Reaching into the memory bank…

Well, that’s what is seems like at times. Last night I was chatting to my mom on Skype and we somehow we got onto a discussion about something or other that brought up the of friend of another family’s daughter. At the time my mom mentioned her as the younger brother of that guy I used to ride up to college with. Hmm…I drew a complete blank at this although she did remember the guy’s name was Brad. Eventually we worked out who she was talking about but I really didn’t remember riding to college with this guy. The discussion seemed to try to unlock some door in my memory, though, as today, I do have a relatively vague recollection of this happening. I remember enough to know that this guy must have been three years older than me as I’m sure this only happened freshman year. I honestly have no memory of the actual rides back and forth, positive or negative. This wasn’t someone I knew particularly well but I must have known him enough not to be have a memory of riding with some strange person. It’s just interesting how I didn’t remember this at all, then some memory of it seemed to leak out into my consciousness. I have a better recall of bus rides back and forth from Greensboro to Charlotte….but I then don’t really recall how I got to the bus station in Greensboro so I can only assume it must have been close to campus as I don’t think I had to make arrangements to get there each time. Or maybe I did and that memory is still locked away.