Every “remember when” needs somebody who was actually there. Be there.

Shared memories only exist because somebody stayed in the room. You cannot join one later, and hearing the story secondhand never puts you inside it. The friends who keep turning up at ordinary things end up being the ones in every story worth telling years from now.

So go to the small thing you were half planning to skip: the practice, the drive, the birthday nobody made a fuss about. Presence is mostly just deciding to be somewhere. That is the entire cost of it.