I remember turning then toward Garnett, who had joined me and was now standing motionless at my side.

He remembered turning away, easing the small pack on his back.

I remember turning to her, spurred on by that childish, pouting mouth set against the fragile face.

He remembers turning to face the guard, his fists up, and the other inmates holding him back.

I do not remember turning on the TV, but suddenly Axel is there.

Mara remembered turning to his son John, the Giants' executive vice president, during the 49ers' rally.

I remember so clearly turning to Dylan to indicate it was time to come back and sing his own song.

Steve remembered turning over the reins of their horses to him when they had arrived.

He remembered turning in a circle, lost, the fear growing inside him as it always did.

I do not remember turning my back on them.