Decades ago, I was one of the giggling twins standing and jumping up and down on the passenger seat next to our mother who was driving the little Nash Rambler. I think we were about 3 years old at the time and this is the earliest memory I’ve managed to retain over the years. There’s a number of other pleasant memories since then through the next 5 years or so but many moments in my life thereafter were destined to become repressed memories as an adult. The thing about repressed memories is that they never really go away.
Dysfunction is putting it lightly and as I grew older as a child, it seemed to me my little world had started going mad. As an adult, I’ve come to realize all that dysfunction in my little, childhood world was nothing compared to what I’ve experienced since then and it’s no longer about me. It’s about all of us. Hoping to gain a little clarity as I watch the world at large eating itself.