You've likely had art trigger a memory. I had a wonderful trigger yesterday. Mika made a painting called "Buddies in a Box" (go see!) that reminded me of my little brother playing on moving day. That's him in the photo, twenty some odd years ago.
Do you know what I remember? He was chuckling. The most joyful sound in the world is a baby breaking out in a rip roaring belly laugh. Yeah, those boxes were great fun. Now I'm remembering all the roly poly chubbiness and padded diaper butt. Warm milk breath, and the peach fuzz hair... Saw his lids lilac, pink cheeks and rose mouth. He would laugh and smile in his sleep. "I wonder what he’s dreaming," mom had said.