I am really simple. Kites, bread, paper airplanes, poetry--simple pleasures will take you through life. On Saturday I accompanied two of my grandchildren and one of my daughters to the zoo.
It wasn't a new experience, but that day and with those people it was still fresh and rare and new. It brought back memories of other excursions with other kids, but this one was special. When you think about it, everything is special. Everything is important for its time, for its occasion, for its people. When you pile it together, it may not seem noteworthy, but at the time, it has it own significance. I love to remember each special moment and rare incident and special person. The total becomes my life and memory. I so glad I had that one.