Survivors of Rosewood remember it as a happy place.

I remember it as a cozy, crowded, rather melancholy place.

They remember the building as a place of extreme danger, and won't return to that area.

I remember it as a place of beauty and peace.

She remembers the Durham of her youth as a place where every door was open and "life was an unqualified yes."

The Evropa, which I remembered as a sleepy place from earlier visits, didn't have a free table.

He did not remember the jungle as such a colorful place, but it was really quite beautiful.

He remembered the Gotham City of 1847 as a violent place, and saw the city's present the same way.

Ms. Morgridge, 58, remembers the marina of 10 years ago as "a place you could grab a hot dog and be down by the water."

I remember it as a rural place, full of farms, definitely not a bedroom community.