Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Walking with my granddaughter, 2 years old.
She points out the palm tree I showed her last time we walked.
She remembered what she was told.

I don't think that we forget things when we get old.
I think we stop listening.
We can't remember something we didn't ever know.

By:  Paula Dean Nevison

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