Thanks, Tim. Her thoughts clicked on various, similar memories. There are good memories and bad memories. Her thoughts clicked on the good ones.
Not all good memories are completely happy ones. For example, when our oldest son was eight years old he had a bicycle. It must have been a Saturday. A boy knocked on our door. When I answered it, he asked, "Do you have a little boy named Cameron. I said, "Yes." His answer, "He's been hit by a car." I ran behind the boy for about a block. A better part of the memory is when I saw my son sitting on the pavement with a transport splint on a leg with a big smile on his face. It would be a bad memory if he had been lying unconscious in a pool of blood!
Lawton
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