The memory of memory

Summer of 2010 here already. I went on a fishing trip again yesterday. The first ever trip took place last year. Now it's memory already. Then I remember the year before last year, I went crazy on an apartment hunting trip, which ended badly. The drama happened at every turn of event and I gave up on the studio I found at very last minute, literally. Summer 2007 was non-eventful, probably... 2006, 2005...
For several years, a box of movie DVDs were mailed to me every year. I like almost every one of them and it awake a lot of memory. It stopped coming several years ago, and the memory it awoke has become memory of memory quietly. Now what I do is to remember how I thought about the memory...
Maybe when I try to write a book about all this, it should be titled "Memory of Memory". We tend to forget. Not because it seems useless or even hurting to remember, but that is just how we are. I choose to remember silently, and I will try hard.