What is your earliest memory?
My earliest memory is lots of screaming and yelling, fear and bad smells. It’s not one particular memory, but a blur of many. Both of my parents were violent alcoholics and unfit parents and I spend the first six years of my life with them.
Come visit me
there is still time
to make memories
that I will treasure
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Sooner or later there comes a day when we realize that we are mortal. One day we will be gone. “Game over” and I think it frightens us at first.
Will people remember me? What legacy do I leave behind?
I found a pair of socks in my freezer a few weeks back and it made me wonder how they ended up there. I am the Queen of our laundry room -meaning my husband doesn’t touch our laundry- and these were a pair of my socks. So no matter how hard I tried to blame somebody else (anybody else) I knew I had put them there.