Yesterday we lunched with my cousin's three daughters. We've decided to dispense with the details of that cousin-hood (first, second, first-once-removed and all that) and just be cousins. Anyhoo, during the course of lunch (courses really) I pulled out some photos of the girls as youngsters, elbow and knee deep in muddiness after a fantastic trip to Hanging Rock.
Of course, one photo lead to another and we revisited other earlier family events. Then one of the girls recalled photos of me in costume. I had no recollection of the photos at all, but later, when they were home, they located and sent me the photos.