Apparently, in 1972, I brought my younger sister’s friend to a David Cassidy concert. EWWWWW!!!!
That would have made me 17 or so.
I remember nothing about that.
So, I Googled it.
Searching feverishly through my foggy memory banks like a young teenager frantically throwing clothes from a pile of laundry looking for her favourite jeans, I find nothing.
I wonder what else is missing from the jumbled file cabinets of my mind which is the polar opposite of an ordinary persons’ filing system.
This type of thing really bugs me, to the point of obsessing about it.
Does this ever happen to you?
Do you ever find the memory eventually?
I never do.