This morning I sat down to search through some old blog entries. I was looking specifically for a piece I wrote about love and acceptance, right at the beginning of Bright Eyes' ASD journey.

Unfortunately I had to read right through the first hundred posts or so, as I obviously didn't label the piece accurately enough.

It was like going through an old diary. I was amazed to find how much I just didn't remember of what was going on in my life at the time, or what books I had read and written about. I learned a lot.

If my memory's that bad, perhaps no-one else's is much better. It makes me tempted to start recycling posts.