Busting out some of my toys from almost 20 years ago. Even though my 3-year-old is still a little young for them, I knew he would have fun. The fun I had in organizing the cats and putting everything its place was like muscle memory to me. However, the fact that I couldn’t remember certain details that I thought I’d always remember bugged me. That’s memory for you, of course. That’s aging. That’s life. But it bugged me to think just how much time has elapsed. I still had fun though and avoided some existential meltdown while playing with plastic toys.
The Unplug Initiative 