The first pages of memory are like the old family Bible. The first leaves are wholly faded and somewhat soiled with handling. But when we turn further and come to the chapters where Adam and Eve were banished from Paradise then all begins to grow clear and legible.
I have worked very hard on being aware of my childhood but moving forward and not letting it bring me down emotionally. That is a hard thing - especially when you have children of your own and you remember what happened to you at that age.
