I could see an outline of a man. I could see it was a man, and he was wearing a uniform.
I told my Mother there were ten-students in my first-grade class.
It is hard to realize that all these years have passed so quickly.
Blood ran from the cut. The catcher was not moving.
Judy and I were cowboy and cowgirl friends and classmates.
I believe that memories are a gateway to our humanity...