I vividly remember the waiting periods before important moments from my life. On a long bus ride, when I was 15, going from Romania to Germany on a 18 hours long drive. Having to present in front of a small crowd for the first time, waiting for my turn to get on stage. Reading magazine at the doctor before getting a vasectomy.
That time before the event makes it more intense. I do not remember the action as much as I do remember the waiting before it. Time dilates, and I do not know if I want it to pass faster or slow down. Maybe I can just get some extra time under my belt somehow, to cram another two pages before my exam.
I still feel the cold hands and almost shivering mid summer while waiting for my turn at my first public speech. Waiting for my first date to arrive felt endless, and checking my breath a million times did not make the nervousness go away.
Memories are scientifically proven to be inaccurate, and yet, I do believe that my memories from those situations are the most accurate ones I have. I cannot see the surroundings clearly, but I do get overwhelmed by the same feelings I had at that moment.