These are the bits and pieces of who I am. They were locked up somewhere inside my mind for a long time and now they're finally coming out.
I don't have very many memories from when I was very young. I have a couple traumatic ones, a few happy ones, a few that I can't quite place. And most of them feel like stories. Tales I've told myself over and over again while whispering, "Don't forget. Never forget." They don't seem real. They seem like something out of another life.
Maybe they are.