When I was young and silly, I broke up with a boy, and made the mistake of doing it in a garden area of one of Fremont's churches. Now occasionally, when I look at hometown wedding pictures, I see pictures of the bride and groom, and I think, That's where I broke up with XXX. I remember that moment well.
I like it in that I can see a spot that holds such great sadness and such great joy. I think I was even in a wedding and a picture that was in that spot too.
And of course I can't tag the photos on facebook with "Do you see that spot, where you and your husband are so happy? Yeah that spot. I broke up with a boyfriend there. You know him. It was very sad." Nope. Can't do that even though the thought amuses me.