I had forgotten that for years. Decades probably. But strolling around the park with my son and watching him explore puddles made me remember. Ever since finding out I was pregnant with him, long-submerged childhood memories have been coming back. It's one of the sweeter and subtler effects of having children, one you don't hear about as much.
Ask me for a recent and fairly important name or phone number, though, and I probably won't be able to remember.
Speaking of the park, I always found this sign sort of amusing:
"And don't do anything else, either." Or so it seems to say. I know they mean "There's other stuff that's illegal too, but we don't have space to list every last thing." I just have a way of noticing unintentional double meanings in signage.
It wouldn't be a modern LJ post if I didn't add the following: Yes, I have the new Harry Potter book. No, I haven't read it yet. Yes, I'll let you know when I do. Over and out.