Sometimes I am afraid I will forget something that is precious to me. I feel as if I have all these memories in my life that I wish to remember, but I don’t have enough capacity to remember them all.
And then, an inspiration comes to me that I should write of them in my diary. Then again when I begin to do as such, the idea has fled from me. And I am left with a world full of sweet memories to remember.
But thankfully all those sweet memories, I can look back say “Those were the good times.”
And indeed, these are the Good times.
~ M. Renata Hudelson