Stand By Me
Stand By Me When the night has come And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
by, Ben King
riting these stories again after so many years is like traveling through time. There are years that pass
by as if they are moments, there are others that seem to last forever. It is the same way with memory. I remember incidents and people from my childhood as if they happened yesterday. And there are years that were filled with incidents and people of which I have no memory at all. Why this is so is a mystery of the human mind. We all share this strange selective memory. A doll or a dress from childhood is vivid and clear. A year of work or raising kids without some major disaster or some major accomplishment can easily be forgotten.
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