for a moment. "daddy, why did those people come in?"
"because something very bad happened ten years ago, before you were born. they were remembering what happened."
the bear thought on this for a moment. "why?"
"because, sometimes, it's important for us to remember even bad things."
the bear accepted this without further comment on the subject.
"remember those pedal planes, daddy?" she asked, moving on to a new topic in the typical "oh look, a chicken" manner of a four year old. after expanding on how cool they were and how much fun she had, she fell into a contented slumber for the remaining drive home.
the lesson for me that morning was simple. as 