Fog of Childhood
I can’t really remember much of my childhood. Some events here and there, but not much about holiday celebrations. I can’t remember Thanksgivings or Christmases that much. Can’t picture the table set for the dinner, can’t picture the tree.
My parents divorced when I was in sixth grade. I wonder if I just blocked out a lot of what happened prior to that as being to painful to think about. My parents never really fought…in fact, the only fighting I can remember is the night my dad moved out. I remember laying in the top bunk, crying as I heard them yelling at each other.
My husband has a prodigious memory. He can remember things from before he could even walk. The earliest event I remember is from when I was four.
It’s not like I suffered abuse or was beaten…my parents weren’t alcoholics are anything like that. I just can’t remember much.
I don’t know…maybe I’m just too lazy to try to remember. But…it bothers me for some reason. And I don’t know why.