Mile 20, near Tiger Mountain, Washington State.
Backseat of Mom & Dad’s car. Driving to Uncle Stevie’s 50th Birthday party.
I used to have a fine memory. I remembered every minute of every day. I remembered my daytimes and I remembered my dreams. But 4 years ago the Brain Fog rolled in with the thyroid disease. Now I question what is a memory and what was a dream. And I don’t care.