and then again maybe you are relaxed enough to hear things that went on around the room years ago.. no kidding .. the walls have ears they say.. and yes they do talk back... and then sometimes its just memories of days so long ago. that for some reason happen out loud again.. heard my two boys playing in their room from back in the 1970's Ivan was telling his little brother of Santa and going to Grand mas house... I was sitting on the 31st floor of the US Bank building at work in the middle of the day.. my sons now 45 and 43.. and little brother was in Afghanistan In uniform doing guard duty at a gate... days fly but the sounds of important things inside of you stay forever.. love a mom..... ardy needs a tissue...