I can hear the collective groans thinking that this will be yet another post about my childhood. I will give it a rest for a while. Truly, it is not easy to rehash events from my youth. At least you can skip the entries that are of no interest. I have to relive not only what is in the post, but also the other weird memories or just feelings associated with that time. The majority of the “Then” posts were originally written more than ten years ago, and I have tried not to re-read any of that since then. Putting them on this blog requires re-reading and editing. It really is easier to read this than to edit the entries to put them into this format.
Why is this hard right now? Well, there is just too much going on in my real life. I find I do not have the room in my head for the thoughts that relieving my past has conjured. Memory is the key. I know what all these memories did to me the first time I wrote this stuff down. Some of the memories were good. Some were unpleasant but necessary for the person I became later (in the now). I fear I may find a door that I would rather not open right now. I will get back to it when I can better sort out what matters and what I can skip.
Memory is the Key 