On cringing at the past

The memory that makes you kick under the blanket is made not by the you of then but by the you of now. The you of then knew only that much; the you of now knows better. The gap is exactly how much you have grown.

When the scene returns, let the you of now say one thing to the you of then. Out loud, briefly: I did not know then, and I know now. A memory that has been spoken to goes quiet.