My life. Ha. I don't think that it ever has been my life. Ever since I was born something has been guiding my life. Hell, I shouldn't have even been born. No, that's not some self-pity bull, nor is it depression; it is simple fact. My mother was told that she could never have children. Then she got pregnant. I was an emergency c-section nine months later. As soon as I was out of the womb I had to be placed on life support because I could not breath. I got better.
My first kiss was the neighbour girl when I was three. Ha. It's amazing what one remembers. Such small events that stick in the back of your mind, leaping forward when you least expect it. Such small events that become a place of shelter, a place your mind dwells when it is hurt or worried. Life is filled with these small moments of tranquillity. We must savour these. I moved away from her, the neighbour girl, when I was four. I wouldn't see her for almost fourteen years. The memories I had of her stayed in the back of my mind all those years only to spring forward when we got back in touch. The mind remembers more than we know. We may remember the sting of a thorn, but the mind always remembers the smell of the rose.
