  Few remember,few forget....others try to.My memory started registering from a very young age.So I was blessed,maybe,to see the world from a 4 year old's eyes.Life was my first teacher,the second was time,the third & present is experience. I have seen faces that have morphed with a dexterity that was amazing aspect in that age of a toddler.People can be parasites,they adapt,flourish & multiply....sapping the essence of anyone who happens to block their path motionally,physically or emotionally. Memories can be a strain or maybe a pain at times.Some scenes are to be cherished others give you a cold chill in the back of your spine that gives you a dry throat & palpitating heart. Iam not a writer but I can feel emotions of those around me to almost a physical level. 
