"To Find Happiness, Reminisce..."

You know those 'icees' you eat when you're a kid, the frozen things in the long skinny plastic pouches? Remember how after you would eat the actual ice part, left in the bottom of the pouch would be the super-sweet, concentrated syrup stuff that oozed down out of the ice while you ate it, and drinking that was always the best part of the whole deal?

To me, that's what memories are like. As life goes on, you (hopefully) are able to discard and forget about the bland and maybe even bitter times you went through in the past. The only thing you're left with then is a super-concentrated mix of the good times, which you can turn back to on demand and drink up, like those childhood icees, a sweet syrupy bliss on a summer night.