User blog comment:Kittyfire/Random Topic Blogging!/@comment-3006892-20111206235125/@comment-1659929-20111207214150

I see my memories as bids too.

One time when I was taking to my aunt she was talking how she loved jogging with me or Tarah in a stroller. I told her I remember her jogging at the track behind the hospital humming amazing grace then she stopped and looked in at me and asked me something I dot recall. (I was about 8 months at the time, so I didn't answer, not only that I didn't talk till I was 1).

She was amazed I'd remember. She remembered that day too. She asked if I remembered anything else.

I remembered it was cold. She had sweat pants on and had a CD player headphones on her ear.

She stared at me and said "how in the (other word for heck) can u remember that and not math ?"