What is your most vivid memory

Gosh that must be an awful memory. I trust you manage to cope well and that it was diagnosed in time. My most vivid memory goes back to a day over thirty years ago wnen I first came to Italy. It was my first time flying so that in itself was an experience to remember and I can even remember how terrified I was on take-off. I've got used to that now having flown so many times since. However that is not the most important part about that day. It was evening and already dark when we landed at an airport in north Italy. I can still remember everything about the moment I stepped out of the plane and on to the top step of the stairs which led down to the runway. I can still smell the fresh Italian air, the absence of coal when I breathed in the air. At that time most people were still using coal in fires to heat their homes and I had not realised until tahat day how I was s o used to smelling it. I took many deep breaths. It was April and there were no clouds, only stars in the sky. The two hour drive, even though it was dark, is still vivid to me because I was on 'the other side' of the road. Just before reaching our destination I noticed a huge illumintaed building which turned out the next day to be a local furniture dealer, well-known all over Italy. I could go on about the view on waking next morning. The first time I saw the snow-capped mountains there where they are every morning when I wake. About the first fresh Italian bread I ate. I could go on and on but I won't. I will never forget that day