Do You Wanna' Dance, and Hold My Hand?

I should probably remember the musical group (rock'n'roll, of course) that did that song, but it was a long time ago, and I was but a tadpole, so to speak. Memory is a funny thing. Sometimes I can't remember what I did last Tuesday. On the other hand, I can remember distinctly playing cards on the living room floor of my cousins' (plural) house the first time I heard the Beatles singing Yellow Submarine on the radio, and laughing hysterically at the songs lyrics. And that was quite a few blue moons ago.
I have always felt a need, upon occasion, to go back to where I came from in order to remember who I am. Confused? It's not too complicated really. As someone once said, how can you know where you are going, if you don't know where you came from? Every now and again I get a little lost along the way. It is not difficult for me to get distracted by the the unimportant things in day to day living, and to be overly concerned with my own minor needs and wants. That's when it's important to look back, and by way of my past, remember who I am and where I'm going. We never really lose that child we were, and it can be the best part of us a good bit of the time.
Anyhow, Eddie and Albert are here to help out as well. They tend to keep me focused, although not always in the way I would like.
At the moment, however, it's only Eddie and I, and Eddie is sleeping in his castle (it's a really big cage). Albert's out dancing in the night time air. But whether he has found someone to hold his hand, only he can say. Whether alone or not, any physical activity he gets is good. You wouldn't believe how much that bear can eat. Trust me. He needs any and all the exercise he can get. And, as most of us do, he'll come home when he's ready. There's always a light burning.