From time to time, I sometimes reference my not so happy-go-lucky child hood here. I’m not saying I’ve had the worst childhood ever. That award goes to the kids from Diff’rent Strokes. However, it wasn’t always rainbows and ponies either. Its had its moments in the sun, but it slowly fainted into darkness and all I wanted to do is hide from it all. I don’t like to dwell on the past, but I can’t help it sometimes. I guess that what shapes us into the adults, which we’re trying to become or already are. The people and experiences, which have fucked you over in the past, always leave a lasting mark, which follows you into your future. While you try to shake it off, like a Taylor Swift song, that’s been stuck in your head forever. You unavoidably can’t do anything about it. I sometimes, just put those bad recollections in a boxes labeled “Don’t not open”. After that, I just place them somewhere far away from my mind. If only, there was a way to do that to my childhood. Just put away all the ugliness and just remember all the good things. But that hard to do when, the box is full of bad remembrances. Ready to burst out from each corner and there isn’t a durable tape to close it up tightly forever.