Remembering remembrances
The world is full of secrets and details we do not see, and never learn of. Our childhoods are full of newsbites, soundbites, and brouhaha; but they're rarely remembered. If we do, our memory is hazy and superficial. We remember only the face of a thing; and none of its precursors, or meat. (basically because we never had them to start with). Sometimes, later in life, we learn that there was "more to it", and our view of history is enlarged, and changed in shape; and sometimes we can only sit back in stunned silence wondering what else we've missed.