All alone in the north woods, working at a Scout camp for a long middle school summer… nothing to read except one SF anthology. And the story I read over and over was … The Machine Stops by E. M. Forester.
Haunting at the time, and just as evocative when I looked it up forty years later (Yeah, hope you don’t mind that I didn’t need your help, but I figured you get a lot of requests and might appreciate the rare case where you don’t have to rack your brain).
It holds up well, and I was surprised that it was written in 1909… and that other people had read it, too! Found a number of discussions of it, a free e-book, and a fairly decent Librivox recording.
How bout you? Any stories from your dim past that you’ve rediscovered… on your own, without us having to remember anything ourselves?