I think I remember. Every year of my life since that day, I think I have kept it away from my mind. In a manner of speaking, to keep it out of my head, but also to, perhaps, deny it ever happened.
When I thought about it today, I thought I was seven, but looking back it happened before that. The events that took place when I was around seven years old, were after this, therefore it must have happened before that. I thought my childhood was made up mostly of abuse of some kind, and I can’t quite place my...
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I don’t have much of an appetite. I lost it a long time ago, and this was directly because of my mother. I was forced fed food I didn’t want, and if I didn’t like it, then I could eat the pain of a beating.
That was pretty much how I was brought up. Fear, beatings. I think about it, and it’s pretty funny. Whether or not I put a foot wrong was irrelevant, if my mother thought I did, that was enough to kick the living crap out of me. Oh happy days, oh happy days, how I miss them...
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I woke up slightly frightened. A few days ago I had thought about some things, in particular how little I would have to say to someone who asked about my past.
“I don’t recall much about my childhood. In fact, I’m fucked if I can remember yesterday” I would reply.
Then this morning, I had woken up, and the word “wow” came from my mouth. I had just relived fragments of my childhood. The dream was strange, as I imagined I had returned to the town where I spent 10 years of my life, most of it was my childhood.
I visited the...
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