Battle- Scars

Remembering

I remember things from when life was simple.

1. How I would chase my older brother and his friend (they could ride bikes, I hadn't learned then).

2. How I asked why they could run around shirtless but I couldn't because-its-too-hot-out-to-run-through-a-hose-sprinkler-in-this-get-up.

Then, images become recollected.

3. Hiding under pillows when Tobey is almost left behind at the beginning of 'Twister'

4. Late nights curled up with my older brother in his bed

5. Pushing him out of his bed because he farted

I also realized that my parents never kissed in front of us kids. They never hugged, said I love you, or held hands.

The epiphany came while sitting in the back seat of a car, having my best friend's parents take me 'home'. They were holding hands, even after 20 years.

Smack- punch- crack- thump-

The noises of fights.

Noise of pain and abuse.

That's how I pieced it together.
That's when I don't want to remember how good it was.