2 things to remember, in that vague Yasujiro Ozu/"The Taste of Mackerel"/still lifes kind of way, and then things I am remembering, too:

the thin, papery film that develops and crusts when you've left your rice cooker alone and warming too long, and the gathering of it with your fingers

tiny grapes

bunchy underwear

mountain air & stillness

awkward tension before first kiss

hearing people singing and sounding so young, in the most ideal and idealistic way

biking downslope

good skin days

body heat