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Memory
Memory is an odd thing. I was reminiscing to myself just recently that, looking at a photo of the final year of my primary school (I think you would call it Elementary school in USA), and this was in 1953, that I could still remember pretty well all their names, and the names of a few who were absent on that day. But I can’t remember where I’ve put my keys.
This made me reflect on the changes in names over the past sixty or so years. Gone are the Pamelas, Maureens, Sheilas and Marians. Gone are the Brians, Terrys (and the good Lord forbid Terrence) Russells and Keiths. And Brayden, Scott, Elisha and Jorja were wholly unknown. Ah, but my primary school crush was Anne, who I still remember with a secret smile. And so the world changes, and we with it. Well, we’d better if we don’t want to be left behind.
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