~There are times where we want to just give it up, but then we see a flicker of hope..~
Hi folks, I just wanted to apologize, especially for not coming back immediately after I said I would. I've been really busy with what not, school, and my emotions.
As I stated before, I would make my Sunday's Reflection days on my past. That way you guys, or who ever reads this blog, will get a sense of who I am.
So let's begin with an interesting moment from my childhood.
I'm not sure if I remember this memory correctly. Honestly, it was probably due to this event that I do not remember things really all that well.
Age: 3 - 4.
I had woken up that day, in my families first apartment here. This was before I went to school, and before I knew about the world outside the house. I also was sleeping in my parents room still at this time. Anyways, I walked out of the room, and my mom asked me if I wanted pancakes for breakfast. I got so excited. I loved pancakes, still do actually. My sisters were still sleeping I think during this part.
So I sat at the table on his chair, that I had to jump, or crawl up to sit up. Then I remember I was swinging my legs, and just waiting for the pancakes. Remember folks, when you're a kid, while waiting for something you really want at the time, you feel like it feels like forever. So being the impatient kid I was, I ask my mom if I can go out to play.
Thinking back, I don't know why I asked that. I didn't have friends around the area. We lived by a busy street. There was also nothing to do outside in the area. But I had said I was going to do that. As I headed out the door, after my mom said it was okay as long as I stay within the sight of the window of the kitchen, I fell down. Did I mention that we lived on the second story of a building, and the way up to our apartment was a long staircase. I'm assuming you can infer what happened.
I remember, as falling, tumbling, and flipping down the stairs, my world going black around my eyes. When I reached the bottom, I remember feeling really scared, and not being able to move. I think I passed out, wait no I did. I don't know what happens after that though. I just remember hearing voices.
When I did come too, I was on the couch in the living room. I was really confused, and disoriented. My mom then walked in and looked so happy. You could tell she was concerned.
It was dinner time and night fall.
I had the biggest bruise on my nose, and forehead. That folks is a blast from my past.
I hope you enjoyed this little story. I guess it explains why I don't remember things well, either that or how my mind is kind of messed up. I think i might have damaged something in my head, but I'm fine by medical standards. This is just my thought on how my brain works.
Anyways I hope you learned something.
Peace folks~
Salazar De Almont.
