aparmley14
what a luxury it must be to be able to remember your childhood. My memories appear to me in shattered bits and pieces, flying around messily. i can barely remember that i was molested when i was younger. it had to be when i was around 7. I thought it was younger, but i wasn't in that house yet. sometimes i wonder if i'm wrong. maybe i'm remembering a story or a movie. maybe i'm making it up. but i don't think that's true. i just wish that i could remember every dirty and gritty detail, maybe then i could be explained.