It is comments like "I picked her up and put her in my pocket" that really give you a view of where you've been and where you are now.
Remember when children were born? They were like this big and full of shit.
I have no recollection of time. These clues are the only thing that give me any bearing on when something was.
Be well
My sentence structure goes out the window along with all my grammar lessons when my head hurts...picking little Cleo makes me responsible for her and I think she feels the same. Now we will take care of each other until one of us passes away.
I still can't stand my feet touched or tickled, the doctors tickled my foot until I stuck both of them out...not a conventional memory, more like a muscle memory.