Memory is the process in which information is encoded, stored, and retrieved.
I miss my grandfather's house that has been ruined by my retarded cousins. It's alright, I will build a new one and be someone's grandfather.
I miss some people who just disappeared (for a variety of reasons) from my life. It's fine, I'll meet new.
I miss things that are now over. It's okay, I still have about 70 years to find new ongoing stuff.
I miss the days where I could just lie on my uncle's porch all day. I miss the village itself.
I miss the first time I've read those books, seen those movies and played those games.
I miss the moment where the time and place were just perfect.
I miss the days where everything was better.
I miss my lost opportunities.
I regret a lot of things.