I wonder what memories will sit with my kids, the kinds of memories that linger and bug the hell out of you for the rest of your life?
- Why did that guy give me the finger at the lights, I’m a good guy, I’m likeable.
- Why didn’t dad but that cheep toy from the chemist? Was I really that naughty?
- Why were my parents so protective?
We all have demon thoughts, it’s easy to say “leave them behind” but much harder to actually leave them behind.
I guess you just have to get on with it and make the most out of each situation.