There was a point in my life where I could remember almost everything from my propheets and the I&Me/Summit with graphic detail.
But somewhere along the line, I think the mental version of the Department of Defense came through my brain with a big black magic marker and drew huge, fat lines through my memries, like it was some classified document, because I can hardly remember anything anymore, except for these flashes of isolated moments. Nothing ever sustained. (I chalk it up to the passage of time and getting older, I suppose.)
Like, I didn't even remember that part about the running until you just mentioned it, and I still don't remember too many details about it. Just that we did some running.
I found my old summit notebook collecting dust on a bookshelf a few years ago, and out of curiosity, I read some parts, and I was like, "I don't remember this." and "What the hell was this all about?" and "Why was I writing about this again?" I remember the big things, like the red/green game, the lifeboat/funeral, and the costume party (which was the only marginally funny thing), and that stupid urban challenge, and I remember the fighting and the mattress kicking from the I&Me. And I remember some of the "biggie" parts of the propheets, but I don't really remember my OWN experiences from them, like how I felt when it was happening to me, or looking through my own eyes as it occurred. I just remember them happening, like it was one, big dissociative episode. The rest are these large patches of white static where there once was a memory.
I don't miss them at all. Time is a great healer.
