Flashback Essay

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

“Well, I’m sure your mom would explain if…” he trailed off, looking toward my house.

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

“Well, just look at you,” she said laughing. “I’ve never seen you dressed up before.”

"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."

“P...Parents?” Simon repeated the word, pouting. He’d never heard it before… The man frowned, and tilted his head with a look of concern.

In recent years, much debate and research has occurred over the process of memory reconsolidation. Understanding the processes that underlie memory formation retrieval and storage is key to understanding and guiding treatment for patients with conditions such as posttraumatic stress disorder. This essay discusses the processes of consolidation and how that impacts on reconsolidation and the implications of this knowledge on patients suffering posttraumatic stress disorder.

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

He gave me a kind of 'disapproving dad' look "and why is that?" He asks chuckling a little bit.

It was night, and I was walking Kaitlyn, my best friend, back to her house from the park. “Thanks, it was fun hanging with you”, she says smiling.

“Open your eyes now,” Emily and Jenny said in unison. As he did so, Alex’s eyes adjusted to the light and soon came to see a very attractive blue-eyed blonde girl wearing Middleton High’s school uniform reflected back at him in the mirror. He made an audible gasp. Oh my God! Is that me? His body had a shapely figure with large breasts and hips, long golden blonde hair, and a beautiful face accentuated by subtle makeup. Lip gloss made his lips look wet and fuller and the blush brought more color to his cheeks. Mascara, eyeshadow, and eyeliner accentuated his crystal blue eyes. As Alex continued looking at himself in the mirror, he paid special attention to the uniform he was wearing. It consisted of a white blouse, a dark green sweater vest,

“ You are just like the rest of ‘em.” scoffed Genevieve, “Make yourself useful then Lillian. Fetch my parents for me.”

“Of course I know that.” I said winking at her. We were walking out of school together, when I suddenly stopped, and just looked around. It was as if I wasn’t in control of my body. I turned around, and robotically walked back into the school.

“I should take care of you today.” Both of her parents said at the same time, bringing a smile to her face as they showed their care for her.

Memory is defined as "the persistence of learning over time through the storage and retrieval of information." Our memory can be compared to a computer's information processing system. To remember an event we need to get information into our brain which is encoding, store the information and then be able to retrieve it. The three-stage processing model of Richard Atkinson and Richard Shiffrin suggests that we record information that we want to remember first as a fleeting sensory memory and then it is processed into a short term memory bin where we encode it ( pay attention to encode important or novel stimuli) for long-term memory and later retrieval. The premise for the three step process is that we are unable to focus on too much