Imagine your life as a library. There's a section on early childhood that you may not remember yourself but you've been informed by family members' repetitious stories, grainy video footage, and a collection of underexposed photographs. There's a short, wide shelf for the elementary years. These are the memories you probably first started integrating on your own. Stories of learning to make new friends, how you handled your first betrayal from a friend, and likely your stats from every category of your performance on the presidential fitness test.
This is beautiful! You’re so right. Many of the chapters feel out of sorts and unable to be reconciled… but God. ❤️
They all belong. ♥️