I have the craziest memory. I barely remember things about my childhood. I'll sit and chat with my family or with childhood friends and they'll bring up old stories, but I have not even a faint recollection of it. "How could you NOT remember that, Jillien!?" they ask.
I just don't.
But I do remember when a girl in math class yelled at me and tried to embarrass me in front of all my friends. I remember the fights, the injustices, the little hurts that seemed to have only been scabbed over and never healed.
I wonder if that's just the type of person I am.