When I Was a Child

<p>When I was a child I did not live with what I went through. All I can say is it was completely gone. If something happened the night before or during a weekend I simply did not know.</p><p>I felt a sense of sadness inside or maybe a knowledge I was different. But I had no explanation for this foreboding feeling.</p><p>As I grew closer to eight years old I became aware of the fact that I had no parent mother or father. I did not mourn it though. It didn't even seem important to me.</p><p>I lived in a strange place. I did not know anything. I believe to keep the memories down until I could handle them.</p><p>After my mother died it was time. She was gone. My world changed. Something about her being dead opened a tremendous fear. A fear I had to deal with or it would end me.</p>