Subconscious Chaos

I tend to associate songs with certain parts of my life. It's one of the things I admire about my brain. I can pick out nearly any song from my playlist and submerge myself in that particular time.
Today, as I was walking my dog around the neighborhood - earphones in as usual - I decided to listen to "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane. I was reminded of the gorgeous summer days I spent walking to summer school in my white ballet tights and jean shorts; the long, dull lessons, injected with fun chat breaks; the breeze in my hair and the sun on my legs; the dark evenings I spent reading Harry Potter on the balcony; the bowls of vanilla ice-cream I cleared; the amazingly fun lifeguard lessons I attended; my instructor, who made us do push-ups each time we forgot to plug the nostrils; how he passed me even though I couldn't touch the bottom of the pool; how he bought me a pack of fried chicken when I forgot my lunch; the shocked expressions on everyone's faces when they learned that I audited the summer school course; the boy who sat beside me; the childish happiness I felt when I saw Winnie the Pooh with my friend and her little sister; the nights I spent standing by the window just because the soft breeze was so gentle on my face. All those things are, for me, represented in this song.