My Grandma's not the wrinkled kind; she's the special kind instead. She wears trainers with yellow laces and she laughs very loud. She remembers lots of things like milk carts and special songs. But some days, her remembering is not so good... As time passes, this little girl grows up and her grandma grows older. Even I at times coming to terms with Grandma's not remembering is difficult, there are still some very special things Grandma does remember - like how to make mile-high apple pie. And when Grandma suddenly can't remember who Margaret is for sure, her granddaughter reassures her: "I am Margaret. I am your remembering."