That's so sad....and reminiscent. To this day G refuses to remember something she called me as a child as a joke.

Maybe this selective memory ability is genetic.

How awful for you.....I can imagine a heart-stopping moment. Did you ever hear about the time a motorist came up to the side den door on Ninth Street to deliver a completely naked Theresa who had been discovered in the middle of Ninth Street?

I hadn't heard that one about Theresa. How old was she? Theresa, do you remember it at all?

Fortunately, I don't remember a thing.

She is already showing her independent side. I don't remember the Theresa event either.