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by anonthistime
6178 days ago
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Have to be anonymous for this as it is a little too personal for comfort. My earliest memories are from probably extremely traumatic situations: Finding my mother's boyfriend dead from a heroin overdose in his bed (both were addicts) and watching an ambulance crew carry him out. Eating raw pasta when our mother had left us alone in the house for days. Being taken from our house by social workers (I remember parts of the drive from there in vivid detail). I was four or five at that time. The funny thing is I don't remember how I felt at the time, but the scenes are etched in my memory. Oh well, make of it what you want, it just came back to me when reading your post :) |
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At the same time I go to my college re-union every year, which is associated with a time when life became stable.