My ninety-three year old Mother-in-law is staying with us for a while. Today I took her to a park east of town. She said she has never seen such tall trees.
I found a feather laying on the ground and gave it to her. She said it was the most beautiful blue feather she has ever seen.
Arriving home she said that was the best trip she has ever been on.
Tomorrow is a new day. Could it be history isn't required to enjoy it?