The memories rushed through her, and she forced them away.

Memory rushed back, bringing with it his first name, too.

Now, standing on the meadow, he let the memories rush back.

Memories rushed in and his eyes narrowed as if from pain.

Memory rushed back and she laughed out loud with relief.

Memories rushed back continuously in a long flood and others left to make room.

A memory abruptly rushed to the fore of her mind.

Then, the memories rushed forward in a torrent he was unable to still.

The memory rushed over her, even though she fought it with everything she had.

The stark memory rushed back and he fought to sit erect.