Indeed, sometimes when he returned he did not remember them, at least not well. Wendy was sure of it. She saw recognition come into his eyes as he was about to pass them the time of day and go on; once even she had to call him by name.
“I’m Wendy,” she said agitatedly.
He was very sorry. “I say, Wendy,” he whispered to her, “always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying `I’m Wendy,’ and then I’ll remember.”»
Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie (via triaelf9)
I’m not a huge fan of Peter Pan, but this is always what got to me - the fact that the magical island was empathic to it’s inhabitant’s moods, and a memory eater…