I was having one of those days where my memory bank pulled some memories of my grade school days from the back of my mind to the front of my mind. I am not sure if it was an intrusion to get me to feeling some kind of emotional attachment to that memory and time period that kids did not really care about kids with disabilities was easily set aside or is it something I need to write about and show that I struggled and survived certain areas of life like everyone else did who are not considered disabled? I guess it doesn’t matter now, but I know I am going to be 55 for four more days and on July 3, 2026, I will be 56 years old! But why is there one memory coming from my memory bank to the front of my mind today — all day? I guess I can write about it and do my best at letting it go back to where it belongs…. Hmmm?, I will do my best to express my feelings about this one memory that has indeed intruded upon my day all day causing me to relive a time I felt very conscious of my whole being of self.