As a kid and as a young adult, I was largely unaware of anything outside of my small social sphere of school friends. Like being nearsighted, one doesn't see how people and events outside of one's school and home may be influencing what's going on within. Perhaps you only see the people and pets before you, the street you live on, the one grocery store your parents frequent. Growing older, you learn this and that - and how sometimes big events may have been happening around one's clueless young self. The only reason I remark on this now, from the lofty berth of my sixties, is that it's as though somebody earmarked dates in time for me to take note of later. It's as though an angel or auntie said, 'Here's a great song! 'Country Roads' by John Denver. We'll make sure she hears it for the first time today!' A singer's voice or a piece of music and/or a bit of romance secures a marker in what might have been forgotten as an ordinary day among many ordinary days. Music and romance are processed differently than conversations and observations, and perhaps stand out more among one's memories. A song and a kiss are colorful flags in the many black and white pages of the book of one's life.