I bumped my toe. This reminded me of the time a horse stepped on my foot, which in turn reminded me of the donkey I once fell from, just like I fell from my bike only last week, when stopping for a duck followed by a line of little ducks, those yellow ones, at which my childhood bully threw stones, because he had a good aim, especially in the winter when he could threw a snowball right in my face from the other side of the street. But I guess I had a pretty good childhood.
Actually, I wouldn't have a problem with my selective memory, if only I had some control over the selection.
I think everybody does that. It's just a natural thing for your brain to do. Your brain contains so much remembered data, that when you think of something similar your brain can't help but file through all the data that is similar and you come up with a series of events or ideas.What are you rambling on about ? id hate to know what you would say if you broke a bone. Geez ....
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