Hiding

I have been hiding from this blog...cause it was supposed to be about my past...and maybe some of my present.

My most vivid memory as a kid was when i was 6. I think i was six...It is hard to remember back when, but i remember that i was in the old Honda. It was like a 78 honda accord. We were driving, really fast. We were swerving a lot. My sister and I didn't know what was happening. My mom was getting rammed off the road. It was my dad. I remember coming to a stop, on the grass. We were freaking out now, and I watched my dad fight my mom and pull her out of the car and beat her on the grass.

It is stuck in my head, and i feel like i could do nothing to stop it...I could do nothing to stop it.

I am not afraid of telling this anymore...or my other memories of childhood. but please. If anyone is reading this. I am not writing this for pity, It is me, this is who I am, this is where I came from. There are things about me that are not normal, and only in my past have I really found out why I am like this.

There are more to come, and i kinda feel like getting them out, so i am going to do another one really soon.