We grow in a world full of stimuli, of information, and since we are child we absorb it in a such a way that remains in our memory, that capacity to remember. But we discriminate what we remember, are made from situations that affected us properly, or in which we were concentrated enough to save it in this area.
From the womb of our mother, our neurons perform synapses, generating new memories, but for these can last they have to create proteins given these connections. However, it is not until the three years that we can play with these memories, and that is the moment in which we begin to develop brain capacities, consequently we store it, being able to bring it to the present in moments of need it.
From the womb of our mother, our neurons perform synapses, generating new memories, but for these can last they have to create proteins given these connections. However, it is not until the three years that we can play with these memories, and that is the moment in which we begin to develop brain capacities, consequently we store it, being able to bring it to the present in moments of need it.
So, all of the above at three years is suspended? That celebration of our first year, where we find it? Our parents related us these moments, but the memories are formed of images, they need colors.
But, this was solved in the year 1816, when Joseph Nicéphore invented the first camera. Although, for a while, it revealed black-and-white photos, it kept alive those moments that may be in our memory. At present, they are in colors.
I had got my own one when I was thirteen. At that age I photographed the lights of every summer and spring, the shadows, I liked to play with them.
Definitely, this is my favorite piece of technology, because it keeps me in color. Keeps alive the color of what has already happened; the forgotten colors.
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