I Always Meant to Remember

Even as a kid, I said when I was old I would love remembering.

Photo by S. Tsuchiya on Unsplash

I told my daughters that I was wild as a March hare as a teenager and young woman. What’s unusually wild about a March rabbit? I don’t know, but that was the saying. I said when I grew old, I could sit around in my rocking chair and grin at the things I remember and that they’ll never know. And it’s true, and I do.