This morning I walked by a man with a fruit cart on the street. He had all different kinds of fruit and I only got a passing glimpse of a bunch of bananas as I hurried past. And my mind slammed on the brakes.

Do you remember in the movie Ratatouille when Anton Ego tastes the titular cuisine? How he was instantly taken back to a different moment in time? When I was growing up in Korea, our family wasn't particularly well off (not that we're rich or anything now) and Korea wasn't the same as it is now. Bananas and other fruits were relatively expensive. So when I was a little boy walking around with my parents, and I saw bananas, not knowing any better, I asked for one. Of course they couldn't afford it, and to this day my dad will mention how much it hurt him that he couldn't buy that banana for me. And all of this came flying back to me in a split second.

This sort of thing has been happening a lot here. Memories that I thought I'd lost find themselves and give me a tug. And suddenly I'm more whole than I was expecting to be.