“They claim that each day, each event in their lives is spread out before their mind’s eye, and they can access each one like a scene selection on a DVD. It sounds unbelievable, but there are much documentation and objective study proving these claims to be true.”
And yeah, that’s true with me. I remember the day they showed up in 1978 or 79 knocking on our door, mother and daughter, I was 3 or 4, same age as her, my mother answering the door, her crying her head off, mother with a folded paper towel wiping sweat off her brow and forehead. It would have been summer. We were both starting school in the next few months, which is probably why she showed up. I can see it like a movie, the exact scene. Taking her in, getting to get her to listen to my music. And I remember the band and I remember the format of audio I remember the album. Bay City Rollers, 8 track, and I think it was greatest hits, the cover had a picture of 4 of them 1 in each corner (not together) and I think the colour green was in there somewhere. My parents picked it up for me on a trip to Calgary. That was the gift I asked them to get me while they were away. No that specifically, but a BCR album.
It’s not even an obsession, I didn’t care about her all that much, discarding her at times in life, which I regret. It’s only now at this point in my life where I take inventory of who was important to me, who maybe I should not have dismissed or brushed off that I think about it.
