Day 240
I have just read an article which tells how a father of a boy and girl sat down and wrote letters to each describing both his own life and their childhood. He presented them, hand written and with no crossing out if he misspelt. They loved it. Other parents have written letters and blogs to their children since that were born. My memory of my boys childhood is sketchy, as indeed it is of my own. Naturally there are things I remember, some well, some not so well. I have no idea if that would be interested in reading about how they grew up but the is precious little chance as i my memory is hazy. I suppose the main thing is they became good men. I certainly not sure they would want to read about my life. Apart from not being able to remember my early life that well the rest is fairly dull, laced with the odd highlight! Wendy has a far clearer memory of past events and often tells me about events at which I just shake my head and say I don’t remember that! I guess it is one of the failings of someone who lives only for the present. Memories are unreliable and one persons recall is often not the same as another’s, even if they were both present.
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