It
seems like we remember a lot of stuff...
Childhood
memories... education stuff..
People
we meet years ago.
Important
things.. like dates of places.
Unimportant
things... like what kind
of
candy was best when you were 5.
So
when you get old.. over 60, say...
things
are remembered the same..
or
jarred your memory when you
see
something or hear a song...or
gone
all together...
Not
dementia.. just gone.. and I guess
I
kind of figured it out... After all how
much
can you cram in to a space of
1
foot square.
So
if you are lucky, you remember the
important
things.. like your social security
number,
birth dates of your children.. your
anniversary,
all the pass words and numbers
that
are required in life. Dr. appointments
and
etc.
But
you can't remember what you ate for
breakfast
this morning. Yet you can remember
some
dumb ditty song from 40 years ago..
Mine
is: IT'S ABOUT TIME...
ITS
ABOUT SPACE,
IT
IS ABOUT
THE
HUMAN RACE...
from
a tv show called About Time..
with
Imogene Coca, and Joe E. Ross
No
wonder I don't have any more space for memory..
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