"Is there a particular memory that comes to mind most often when you think of your youth?"
“We used to spend our summers in the south of France. I remember playing in the spice garden in the backyard of our house.”
“What specifically do you remember doing in the garden?”
“I’d be half in my imagination, and half in reality. The way children are…”
“Can you give an example of that?”
“I don’t know… say that I was playing in a patch of lavender. And I’m smelling the lavender, and holding the lavender. In my imagination, I’d also be in the future, giving the lavender to my family and friends.”