Something happened when I turned fifty. I realized I have lived more life than I have left, which creates an urgency to capture those memories before my failing mind loses them completely.
But how do we do that? How do we sift through all the experiences and select ones with meaning to share with our loved ones? Where do we even begin?
Sometimes all it takes is a visit to a local Flea Market. I am always surprised to find momentos of my childhood selling as antiques(?!) But those trinkets begin an avalanche of memories that I can tap into. Keep a notebook handy and write down any ideas that come to mind.