First: I remember when I wanted consensus as well as unanimity in controversy.
Second: I remember many melanchonic weekends of savory arancini.
Third: I remember the "Visions of Gideon"
Fourth: I remember fantasies of travelling to idyllic Marseille during the niveous winter time.
Fifth: I remember my step-mother whispering what a ignominious and distrausois, lanky girl I was.
Sixth: I remember my mom's antiquated corsets and her iconic black heels.
Seventh: I remember being afraid of getting trapped in my grandfather's dilapidated and gloomy attic, but not no more.
Eighth: I remember "better late than never".
Ninth: I remember daydreaming about sleeping in my mother's safeguarding, affable, mellow arms.
Tenth: I remember living in the sweltering, torrid area of Atherton, California.
Eleventh: I remember the eldritch, eerie teenage girl who skateboard in Atherton everyday.
Twelfth: I remember Cafe Borrone, their esquisite and flavorful coffee tasted delectable.
Thirteenth: I remember August 18, 1920, the date on which females were allowed to vote and form their individualistic opinions in politics.
Perhaps these are just exanples but you can use them all if you want to.