Writer's Block: Stolen Goods
Mar. 24th, 2008 03:47 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
my childhood. now most people when reading that would think that i had been raped at an early age or something devistating happened to my family wherein i had to go to an orphanage or foster care or something. not true. when i say i lost my childhood, i'm referring to all the memories that make looking back such a great thing. i have been in 2 car accidents, and i should have died in both of them. because of that, i have suffered a loss of memory. when someone comes up to me and says "HEY! remember me" usually i'll have to ask them a series of questions to try to spark *something* of a memory, and usually then it's fleeting. my other option is to turn to a select group of friends and say "do i remember this person" and they'll tell me something that will spark the right memory...but again...it's usually fleeting. it's sad really because i remember a lot of the bad things that happened. like when i was very young and my father was in the hospital because he had pollops in his nose, and my sister and mom snuck me up to see him. when i got there, he had tubes all over him and he didn't look like himself. i said to my mom "that's not my daddy". that was the experience i had that made me not like hospitals. i had a similar experience this weekend with my father in a care facility after being in the hospital. it was another one of those "that's not my daddy" experiences. i wish that i could remember the happy times more often. i know that they're in there somewhere.
so yeah...with all the times someone has taken something from me or even the time in 1976 when i was in second grade and came home to find the house had been robbed...nothing compares to the memories that have been swiped from me because of 2 car accidents.
my childhood. now most people when reading that would think that i had been raped at an early age or something devistating happened to my family wherein i had to go to an orphanage or foster care or something. not true. when i say i lost my childhood, i'm referring to all the memories that make looking back such a great thing. i have been in 2 car accidents, and i should have died in both of them. because of that, i have suffered a loss of memory. when someone comes up to me and says "HEY! remember me" usually i'll have to ask them a series of questions to try to spark *something* of a memory, and usually then it's fleeting. my other option is to turn to a select group of friends and say "do i remember this person" and they'll tell me something that will spark the right memory...but again...it's usually fleeting. it's sad really because i remember a lot of the bad things that happened. like when i was very young and my father was in the hospital because he had pollops in his nose, and my sister and mom snuck me up to see him. when i got there, he had tubes all over him and he didn't look like himself. i said to my mom "that's not my daddy". that was the experience i had that made me not like hospitals. i had a similar experience this weekend with my father in a care facility after being in the hospital. it was another one of those "that's not my daddy" experiences. i wish that i could remember the happy times more often. i know that they're in there somewhere.
so yeah...with all the times someone has taken something from me or even the time in 1976 when i was in second grade and came home to find the house had been robbed...nothing compares to the memories that have been swiped from me because of 2 car accidents.