Rare personal entry here. 21 years ago today my life shattered. My father died, he was 40, I was 10. It was and is unreal, there were plenty of kids around who lived with only their mother, but msot of them had dads that they saw once and a while, I knew I never was going to see mine agian, at least not in this world.
It's not understatment to say that my life would never be the same. That was the first time that I ever saw my grandmother cry.
I went though the rest of Elementry school in a daze. My parents has made the descission to hold me back a grade when I was in the 2nd grade, and I was already marginalized by that event, now my fathers death, and the social repercussions of near poverty, family wide depression and the use of food as a drug (ne booze, no narcotics, no sex, no social contacts) and then the move into a house [and I say house for a reason] that was cut off from the rest of the community all lead to an unpleasent set of formative years.
1. Next time more movies...
2. This this not a feel sorry for deal, it's information.
It's not understatment to say that my life would never be the same. That was the first time that I ever saw my grandmother cry.
I went though the rest of Elementry school in a daze. My parents has made the descission to hold me back a grade when I was in the 2nd grade, and I was already marginalized by that event, now my fathers death, and the social repercussions of near poverty, family wide depression and the use of food as a drug (ne booze, no narcotics, no sex, no social contacts) and then the move into a house [and I say house for a reason] that was cut off from the rest of the community all lead to an unpleasent set of formative years.
1. Next time more movies...
2. This this not a feel sorry for deal, it's information.
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