by David Todd McCarty | Wednesday, July 13, 2016
When my stepson was very small, he liked to talk about things that he had experienced, sometimes as recently as a week before or even a few days. It’s not like he could remember very far back. He didn’t have years worth of memories. It was more like weeks or months. A few weeks was a lifetime to him.
He would say, “Remember that time when we went to the beach, with you and mommy?”
“Yes,” I’d say. It had been just the previous weekend.
“That was fun,” he would say and smile.
He just wanted to relive the memory with someone. I think it was his way of looking at the world in a romantic light. His daydreams of what had been. He was always a romantic; always creating costumes, and imagining himself as other people.