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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