A forgotten childhood
I was hearing about Michele Phelps and how he used to have goals stuck on a wall to remind himself of them. I do remember doing something similar but not the contents of it exactly, mine were probably in a book somewhere. As a child I never had a room to myself, and my room was used as a dump by my parent, this gave me much less privacy on my own. As I could not share my truest feelings with my family for other reasons.
Now thinking back, I can only imagine only if I had something similar to this blog back when I was kid. At least I hope I will not forget today, it sometimes feels comforting that this blog has a chance to live past me, and my thoughts survive even if I don't.
with love, tux