Eddie nodded. "Yeah, I remember it all now." He sighed a little bit, leaned back in the chair and rubbed at the side of his face, finger catching on the scar there. "There was this...I don't know what it actually was. Some eldritch being...a god or an alien or something. It lived under the town I grew up in. Fed on it. It would eat children. But to make sure it never got caught it made the adults it could control apathetic and it made you forget once you left it's area of control. So no one outside of Derry would ever notice all the strange things that happened there."
Eddie didn't always like talking about it, old and new wounds feeling open and sensitive every time. But then sometimes he felt like he needed it too, like peeling away the dead skin from a burn so it could heal. "So much of my childhood was wrapped up in It and it's control that once my mother moved us out when I was a teenager I just...forgot. Almost everything."
"We all went back though, me and Bev and Richie and some others who aren't here." He didn't mention Stan. He still didn't talk about Stan, not with anyone other than him. "And when we went back, the memories came back too."