When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly. ↗
I used some vivid language that, if I could take it back, I'd take it back. It's not my intention to be personally critical of the President or of anyone else. ↗
However, my problems with my memory are further complicated by the fact that while I don't have any recollection of things I have actually done, I have very vivid recollections of loads of things that I haven't done. ↗
How vivid is the suffering of the few when the people are few and how the suffering of nameless millions in two world wars is blurred over by numbers. ↗