Bob and I rode our E bikes down to that sweet garden so I could show him the secret nest. As we approached it, he realized his childhood home was but three blocks away. He shared memories of growing up in this neighborhood back in the 50s
When we returned home, he shared some other material that those memories brought up for him. I stayed open to his sharing with few questions or comments. It takes a long time to know someone well.
With whom do you share your memories? Can you wait for them to reciprocate? Ki to Happiness savors the sharing.