During my trip to Ocean Shores to spend quality time with my mother, I realized that I'm glad I went. Not just for the obvious rewards of all things ocean...We got the opportunity to pour over long-unseen photographs and compare notes. Memory is funny thing, "malleable" is the word that best applies since memory is not a static thing. Malleable means flexible, moldable, pliable, and changeable. It is really based upon our own experiences, our differing points of view, where we are in our lives, etc. I really noticed the malleability during our time of reminiscence. I used to think that my mother just distorted the facts to suit her fancy (and granted I still think she does some of this but not as much as I always presumed). Sometimes it is the mere passage of time and the fact that so very much happens in our lives. There is just no possible way that we can remember every moment, nor every date, nor which event coincided with which event. That is why I feel it is...
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