Memories

There are moments that are crystal clear in memory.
I didn't consciously choose them. They just are.
There are a few sad ones.
There are a few bad ones.
But most are happy - not the jumping up and down kind of happy but the happy that feels like a peaceful contentment.
...My four year old finger tracing patterns on a cold, red aluminum tumbler in my Grandmother's kitchen.
...Listening to the cold rain fall outside my bedroom window when I must have been around 10 years old.
...Watching goats prance down a mountain one early morning in Austria.
So many more.
Why those memories?
It might be random but I like to think there is a reason why certain memories last forever.
I wonder if I will remember this hike, this view...