It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time then two years later you'll be like 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'
I don't believe in life after death. But I do believe in some grinding destiny that watches over us on earth. If I didn't the safety valve would give and the boiler would explode.
