It was sunny today. After school, on the way to the gym with Dad, we ran into an elderly lady. She approached us in the hallway and said that she knew me when I was a toddler, claiming that she used to hold me in her arms a lot. Out of curiosity, we chatted for a while. Actually, Dad couldn’t recognize her, and neither could I. But we couldn’t tell if she was mistaken. After all, Dad usually doesn’t pay much attention to such trifles, so it might have happened. Or, more likely, the lady is starting to experience some mental issues. Dad says it happens a lot with elderly people. What an odd encounter.