Trace Transformation--another way to forget.
Did anyone ever tell you about the good old days? You usually find it wasn’t so good if you investigate it little further.
I once gave my eight-year old a birthday buddy-slumber party. The kids (guests) came early and argued and complained all night about the accommodations. The next day we all went to Griffith Park to ride the merry-go-round. The kids argued in the car over things like window seats and leg space, etc.
Because it was raining the Merry-go-round wasn’t working. Ultimately we fed everybody soggy-cold-hot-dogs, which the kids all said they hated.
Because everyone was bored, we went home, but not before several got lost and needed to be found.
They fought in the car again, and when we got home, they argued over the TV programs, which they wanted to watch until their parents came. Hence, I was very surprised...