Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten.

Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.

Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.

Celebrate the gift of memory.

Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.