People said I was good at remembering names. I enjoyed the look of surprise on people’s faces when they heard their name spoken and realized I cared about who they are.
If I couldn’t remember a name, I surely recognized a face I’d seen before, and likely where and when I’d seen it.
My man and I moved 11 times in 20 years while he was in the military. Having lived so many places did present a challenge for my memory when I saw a familiar face. I often had to ask myself if the face belonged to someone I had met where I lived presently, or if it was a face that resembled someone I knew while I lived someplace else. I could usually figure it out.
I spend most of my time at home now, so you’d think meeting fewer people and seeing a limited amount of faces would result in being able to remember a…
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