Tis a Mystery, the Inexplicable Recall

Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories Earlier today...upon setting feet out a side door, a refreshingly cool rain washed away present woes, and ushered auld lang syne, sans mine earlier childhood quatrain such as the incy wincy spider sung (way out of tune) by my then young mum, yet clear as day she evinced unabashed loved simply and plain, which cherished rarely jogged memory main, lee lost in sigh burr space, perhaps arising some where (over the rainbow...) in toto within my midbrain ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous I spunkily danced down Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane sudden recollection of real or feigned salad days of yore blessedly carefree, innocently naive, which elapsed many a score years ago poked thru consciousness so vividly, despite at nineteen and four tee Earth's orbitz ago, hence summarily explore thyself as an adorable boy around 'pon the onset of incipient curiosity (i.e. preschooler), aye did unexpectedly bound forth like a midsize dog ecstatic to greet her/his master, the latter played and clowned with four legged woman's/ man's "best friend," where non verbal communication did expound volumes of unconditional mutually symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic couched make believe buddies never abandoned me always around: