Coined a word: Memory remembered.

I’m so grateful for my memory; I pray it never fades. Middle of the night, wide awake, I vividly recalled an incident from seventy-four or seventy-five years ago. (Why did that come to mind?)

I was on the horse of a classmate. I knew nothing about horses or riding a horse. It rared up and I was clinging to the reins—not the saddle horn. I fell off—clinging to the reins—and the horse fell on top of me. The saddle horn hit me on the hip bone. I was told I would have died if the saddle horn hit me in the chest or stomach.

I’m so grateful to be alive!!