Funny What You Remember!

I have scheduled a new 'Smart Driving Class' in Oct after Columbus Day.  People have begun to call to register. To my latest call I said,
"I just need your name and phone number, and you can pay for the class on that first day."
"My name is Mrs. Smith..."
I told her that I was a retired teacher, and many years ago, I had a student named Bobby Smith in third grade  and then years later his son Mitchell in fifth grade.
"That's my son and grandson!"
"What a small world!  Ask Bobby if he remembers his desk toppling over and landing on his fingers." [That was in 1975!]
"I'm sure he does because I remember it.  I asked him after school that day how exactly a desk can fall on your fingers!"
"And years later, I taught Reading /Lang Arts to his son!!"
I asked her to please tell them both that I said hello, and,
"For that matter,  bring Bobby to the driving class with you!  He'll save money on his car insurance for three years."
It's funny how often I connect with my former students, and for the most part, each student evokes a memory.  As my son was growing up, when we would see a former student of mine, he would ask me,
"What's the story that goes with that kid, Mom?"
I recently ran into one of his classmates.  I asked him if he remembered winning a third grade 'times-table' contest with my son.  He didn't.
Oh! The things I remember!
And I am like rain woman with phone numbers, too!
Yet, why can't I remember today what I went into a room to get?!!  Go Figure!