Maps (in my mind)
Waiting to make a left turn at an intersection on the way to get mulch the other day, DH asked if I knew where the road went if we went straight instead. "Yes," I said. Then thought a moment and said, "Probably not."
Even as recently as twenty years ago, you could have blindfolded me and taken me to any spot in the southern or eastern half of the county and as soon as the blindfold was removed, I would know where I was at, how to get home, and where all the intersecting roads went. Now, almost all those old roads have been widened, straightened, bridged, and sometimes re-named. Fields have become subdivisions or townhouse developments or shopping centers.
My mind has a thousand maps and few are of any use now.