I can remember riding a bike downhill, trying to wear out a pair of shoes my parents had bought me that I didn’t like.
I can remember the day my heart raced, after I’d told a lie and been found out. The truth must always be faced.
I can remember many, many things, but yet, but yet………There are more I forget!
I can remember the first dead body I found. I was shocked, but only for seconds did it hold me spellbound.
I can remember the first time my heart was broken. I remember reading Don Juan by Lord Byron.
I can remember many, many things, but yet, but yet………There are more I forget!
I remember comforting my mother on the day that my father died, and a bus driving passed. Life gone, life living; such a contrast.
I remember the hospital doctor who left my mother naked and uncovered on her death-bed. I held him round the throat and punched him. Nothing was said.
I can remember many, many things, but yet, but yet………There are more I forget!
To remember is hard. To forget; is to have a past unscarred.
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