There are events in everyone’s life that sometimes take on an emotional importance spectacularly out of proportion to their physical limits. When they happen they start innocently, sneaking up on you without the slightest warning. Sometimes it begins with a look, sometimes a feeling, sometimes a smell or sound or stray thought. They sit there in the cob webby back corner of your mind, unimportant and nearly intangible before suddenly blossoming into something very important. It happens frightfully fast – almost thunderously really – like one of those time-lapse photographs of a flower suddenly blooming in the bright spring sun. They start with a wonderful tingling sensation at the back of your neck and end with the certainty that this is a moment, a memory, that will stick with you until you die.