I remember many things but how fast all that years pass by I can't imagine ! Seems to me that time run away every day faster than the day before , and one day we see our face in the mirror with some new wrinkles , which was not there yesterday. My son have birthday as a man , not as a boy any more . All what we have left from ten, twenty or more years are our pictures and memories .
Every day is different . It is not possible to remember everything . One time when I was in the train for several hours, I tried to remember years ago and I find out that I can write three , or even more , very tick books from some parts of my life . Maybe one day I will .If I will have time for it !