My mom recently gave away a piano that was puruchased when I was 7 and has sat in roughly the same spot since then. When she moved it she found two notecards that I had written:
My best guess is that this was a school assignment where we were asked to speculate on what a historical figure or a fictional character might wish for. I recognize the printing as mine but I have no recollection of doing this. It reminds me though that we are not, as we often assume we are, living life in a progressive linear way. We don't continue to build on a foundation that remains intact through the years, but its more like we are constantly selectively erasing our past behind us, trimming the fat, to make space for new memories, new experiences. So it doesn't nessecarily always mean that my present brain knows more than any one of my past brains, as in this example, I currently have no idea who Bruce could possibly be. And I will probably never know again. But I did know that. Once.