I CAN remember playing at the age of 4 with my toy trucks in our sandy back yard in Dhahran Saudi Arabia.
I CAN’T remember whether I fed the dog or not this evening.
I CAN remember playing outside in a torrential downpour when we were living in the Manilla.
I CAN’T remember where I left my car keys.
I CAN remember practicing Christmas Carols incessantly when I was in third grade in the Canary Islands.
I CAN’T remember where I left my cellphone.
I CAN remember getting to sit on the pilot’s lap as a young boy to pretend I was flying the airplane when we were traveling overseas.
I CAN’T remember what I am supposed to get at the grocery store, cuz I lost my list.
I CAN remember Crossing the Atlantic in 1960 on the QE I.
I CAN’T remember whether I started the dishwasher or not. And because I always wash them by hand first, I can’t tell by whether they look clean or not.
I CAN remember three years as a kid wearing a brace on my right leg.
I CAN’T remember whether I took my regiment of pills or not. Thank God for those daily pill organizers.
I CAN remember playing at the age of 4 with my toy trucks…
Oh wait… I forgot that I already said that! Sigh
