I remember my junior year of college finally getting to take math classes that were interesting and fun, starting with Foundations Of Analysis.

I remember my 6th-grade teacher Mrs. Luster gave me a beautiful blue pin that she was wearing - simply because I admired it and said it was pretty.

I remember my mother singing in a community women's group called The Treble Clefs.

I remember taking my roommate Jill and her friend Rachel out dancing at the New Bar inside the Hotel Washington not long before it burned down.

I remember playing in only one piano recital when I took lessons from Mrs. Downing.

I remember replacing all the gold kitchen cabinet hinges with silver ones at 5121.

I remember sitting at Mom and Dad's eMac in August 2005 showing them the many photos that Chris and I had taken on our camping trip to Wyoming and Montana.

I remember Daniel picking me up at the college dorm in Seward and taking me for a drive in his/our "new" car.

I remember when Tien's mom would often send food home with him.

I remember competing in several out-of-town speech tournaments when I was in the 8th grade.

I remember my last visit to OKC before Grandpa died, I set up the slide projector and, even though he was a little out of it, he sat there with us and looked at all the family photos.

I remember many Christmas Eves when my siblings and I took part in a pageant at Christ Lutheran Church.

I remember playing Grandma's Pachinko machine.

I remember the very first times I saw Sophie and Henry -- love filled my heart again!

I remember Grandma playing her accordion.

I remember loving to watch Aunt Bertie milk their goat on their farm in Mulberry Hollow.

I remember a hand-made card that Danielle made for my birthday. (I saved it for years but couldn't find it the last time I looked in my memory box.)

I remember the first movie I ever watched over and over again on VHS was Heathers.

I remember meeting Tien for the first time and thinking he had the sweetest smile.

I remember when Tien used to come to the Alzheimer's Association office with his client and I thought he had the cutest smile and cutest legs.

I remember walking down to the Mississippi River in downtown St. Paul early one Sunday morning and taking a photo of Grandma and Grandpa standing on a cruise boat watching me approach.

I remember Henry looking wide-eyed at me and saying, "We're not supposed to go into Uncle Mark's room", when I had Sophie and him go in there for some project. (Can't remember what it was.)

I remember sitting in Grandma's living room talking to 10-year-old cousin Lisa while she stood on my knees.

I remember Bill talking softly to my dad in the hospital -- encouraging him during his last illness.

I remember cousin Brian explaining Nine Inch Nails' "halo" numbering system to me when he was in high school.

I remember Dan Paul all dressed up to go to the prom -- double-dating with John and his date.

I remember cousin Kristi singing along to "I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues" in Tulsa.

I remember the first time I ate pizza was with Aunt Shirley and her friend.

I remember a 26-year-old Uncle Bill passing us on the highway with his feet propped up in the open passenger side window.

I remember the first time Sophie "read" a book to me -- repeating the familiar story almost word for word.

I remember completing lessons in a yellow music theory workbook Mom gave me.

I remember Mark taking piano lessons on the big piano in our living room.

I remember Dad's random lumber stash in a rack that hung from the garage ceiling.

I remember watching Henry participate in two Cub Scout derbies.

I remember what it was like to sit in Grandma's living room surrounded by a dozen or so Christmas presents I've just unwrapped, watching a dozen or so family members admiring and showing off and experimenting with their own gifts.

I remember my Dad butchering a big hog hanging from a huge white oak tree.

I remember watching Sophie dance in a musical production at some high school.

I remember sitting in the OKC airport playing Monument Valley with Sophie and Henry.

I remember honeysuckle growing all along the west fence at our house on NE 25th Street in Oklahoma City.

I remember my cheap little gray address book from the 90's that I hope to someday discover tucked away in a box.

I remember Donna George telling me in junior high school that I should act dumber around boys because they don't like to date smart girls.

I remember in college being wowed by a 3.5" floppy disk with an entire megabyte of storage.

I remember listening to the singing stars of my day on a little transistor radio: Fabian, Bobby Darrin, Paul Anka, Frankie Avalon...

I remember when I first started hearing rap in high school, songs like LL Cool J's "Dear Yvette" and Doug E. Fresh's "La Di Da Di".

I remember when we were first married making pizza from a box kit every Saturday night.

I remember the little fast food nook next to our high school cafeteria where I ate a cheeseburger and fries every day my freshman year.

I remember hosting many women's Bible studies at our home on Veil of Tears.

I remember selling Christmas trees at Our Savior's.

I remember that it was my dad who baked and iced the chocolate cakes for our family.

I remember Mom trimming Louie's toenails.

I remember working at C. R. Anthony Company for a year or two in high school.

I remember Dad always edging around all his plants before having me mow the rest of the lawn.

I remember the initiation into the Zeta Tau Alpha Society at St. John's College.

I remember in college borrowing tons of record albums from Erik Piper, but only artists N through Z, because he had only been allowed to bring half of his dad's huge collection.

I remember carpooling to high school one year with the Downing twins -- Marca and Debbie.

I remember in high school having dozens of inside jokes with Chris that we would reference endlessly, many of them involving our boss at the News Tribune, Mr. Ed Radil.

I remember my family going to the local Dairy Queen occasionally and always ordering the same thing: 5 hamburgers and 2 chocolate malts. (Dad divided one malt between us three kids, and he and Mom shared the second one.)

I remember Henry's pinewood derby car, Pigs Will Fly.

I remember George Carlin's "Hippy Dippy Weatherman" acts.

I remember nine days after starting work at Filterfresh (later Capital Coffee) I took the day off for Sophie's 2nd birthday.

I remember watching movies at the Bison Theater on Saturday afternoons and buying Milk Duds.

I remember Mom getting us up early one morning in 1986 to see Halley's Comet.

I remember when television stations would play the Star-Spangled Banner late at night and then stop broadcasting until early morning.

I remember as a child picking the shells of June bugs off the outdoor porch's screen on summer mornings.

I remember in high school waking up on the floor of the front bedroom at 5288 one morning before school, apparently having lost consciousness for a few minutes.