What You Remember Versus What Was

 This past November I traveled to Springfield Illinois where I went to high school.  It was my first time back in nearly 30 years. I remember myself as a sad sad girl, a limp rag doll of a girl who feels trapped and victimized by her circumstances. But instead I found that memory is a tricky player, keeping some bits, discarding others. What I do remember is sitting under a big Oak tree in Washington Park with over-the-counter sleeping pills in hand. I am 17 years old and afraid. Afraid … [Read more...]