I was thinking just yesterday that I feel so sorry for the youngsters today.
They haven't built their memory bank yet.
They can't sit still for hours replaying that tape in the mind, each time delightfully discovering some little facet that has been overlooked in times past.
Thank you, dear Lord, for the memories.
Isn't that the truth, though?!!
The good thing is as time passes and we (hopefully) mature, we place in perspective all the unpleasant and hurtful things - forgive and forget, and move on.
They become straws in the wind, and we choose to feel the warmth of relationships and the joys of God's beautiful Creations - - -