Forward

It was a rainy day, and I was sitting on a chair, in church. When I started staring at the window, and I could see grey clouds, tree leaves, and a lot of things, and that's when I finally got it, I was falling into pieces like I promise myself I wouldn't.
I was letting myself down, and I couldn't bare it anymore. So I'm going to start as long ago as my memory allows me, and that's not too much.
I don't remember too much about my life, I'm not like those kind people who can remember all, since they started kindergarten, I don't have those memories in my head, I look at my photos from my childhood and usually when the memories should comeback to us, to me, it doesn't happen.
I can barely remember my first years of high school. I have flashbacks of my life.
Once I read a medical file, where it said that sometimes when people suffer a big trauma, or a physiological issue, the brain shuts down, and block some areas from memories to either heal itself or to stop the pain. Funny how brain works, I didn't believe that. Funny thing is that I never thought it would happen to me.

"It's not the book who's on trail, but the readers" - Unknown