Cognizance

Cognizance When I consciously aware of myself at two years old in 1940 when we sat in the basement of a school and listened to English bombers looking for the airport, they didn`t find it but dropped a few bombs anyway, hit some houses and a fish factory the bombs were quite puny then it looked at my hands I was me, what I did today I would remember tomorrow I had a will and used it when needed and often lost in the world of adults Freedom, the liberty of thoughts was mine no one could take that away even when I had to pay lip service to teachers and so called religious leaders, that is the reason I shift opinion when needed. What I fear is if old age is going to rob me of my awareness of what I`m and what I was.