Writing ‘in-tense’ Memories By Carol Clouse   I remember when I was only seven years old and my grandmother took me to the park.  There was a gentle stream with green headed ducks, and we would feed them bread.  I toss pieces out into the water, and watch them float briefly until a duck plunges into the water and smacks his bills and swallows my soggy duck treat.  They fight over the morsels, as…