Boy, I miss a lot of stuff from this life. I wish I could post of PL. I do not recall enough of past life. I miss my dad loading us all up in the station wagon to spend the day at the beach in Mexico, then going to eat before going home wore out. I miss mom and dad sitting on porch (we lived in the country) after supper and all of us kids trying to talk to them at the same time. Trying to show my mom how to ride a bike (never did learn). Catching light bugs. And collecting cicada (we called them in Spanish “chinch-arras”) we tried to see who could find the prettiest. Going fishing almost everyday with my dad all summer long. I miss going to school early just to meet with friends to play jacks. Boys did the same for marbles. Going to the drive in and playing during intermission. Acting like we were asleep on way home so dad would have to carry us in, hehe. Miss the smell of rain on the dry dirt and then playing in the mud puddles while it rained. I had forgotten thru all these years of struggle that even though we were poor we were happy. Being poor made us all stronger. Sorry, could go on and on.