I've reached the series of issues that I had as a kid. It's AMAZING what your mind socks away and locks up. It's like once all the pointers are gone, you can't access it, but the heap never gets reassigned, so it just sits there waiting for a rogue pointer to come along.
Turning the page onto a segment of story that struck me as a kid brings back whole waves of nostalgia. It's not just the PAGE I remember down to the last detail, but my surroundings when I was reading it, and what was going on in my life at the time. It's REAL heavy, man.
A simple panel with ratchet talking to some kids at a campfire almost brought a tear to my eye because of the whole package of memories it reclaimed from the "heap". Wild stuff.