Some you keep up front and on display.
Maybe the ones you forgot were never memories to begin with, just scenes in your life, then they fade like a scene from a bad independent film with sub-titles.
Something always happens though....situations arise...and the forgotten become the remembered.
I'm a product of divorce, as they say. Latch key kid, raised by a hard working single Mother.
My childhood was good, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. My Mother raised me alone and I have nothing but the highest respect for her. She did her best, it was plenty enough for me.
Late 1980's, early 1990's "Broken Home" kid though.....I fit the bill. We all did.
I'm going to do this in parts.
- To avoid really long posts.
- To clean out my head
- To say everything to no one.