What is life without memories? (like, what is a computer if it has zero memory space)

I can still remember when I was 4 years old (my memory has failed me on this part because it was my mum who told me the exact age when this happened), my mum brought me for a conference in Beijing. A little boy offered me a PURPLE jelly from the upper deck of a bunk bed. And the rest, was in a blur. It always amazes me how I sift out the most memorable details (like how a Caucasian dude filmed me on his video cam all around the park in Beijing coz I looked like a little angel in my white dress (that is, of course, according to my mum)) and remember the most forgettable ones. A purple jelly, seriously? I must have remembered that jelly (for your information I can’t remember the boy’s looks or his name) because

1. I was a hungry and greedy kid and I loved jelly.

2. I was deprived of jellies because my mum strongly believed in them having artificial flavourings.

3. I was wondering why he did not give me one more.

4. My brain is wired differently.

I’d like to believe the last option. That purple jelly. That jelly for life. Sometimes, I just wonder what that boy looks (or looked) like and how he is doing now. IF I ever get a chance to, I’d like to thank him for making my day that day. (Strangely, in reality the meeting is probably going to be filled with awkward silences and major disappointment. Maybe he is not doing that well, maybe it was a jelly he did not want so he offered it to me. Maybe, he can’t even remember this because as I have said, my brain is wired differently)

My point is, some ambiguity and sealed memories are more beautiful than those that require frank clarification and frequent revisits.