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It's curious to consider the selectivity of our early memories. Is it possible that the scarce fragments of film that our minds can still play back from our single-digit years were preserved for a reason? Perhaps the nature of this select archived content-a mystifying mixture of momentous and trivial scenes-can tell us something about who we are.
When I was eight years old, I got to take in a Blue lays game at the then-new SkyDome during a summer trip with my dad to Toronto. What I recall most vividly from this experience isn't the ballgame, the view of the CN Tower soaring overhead, or watching the retractable...