It would be hard for me to look back and describe any specific day in any one period of my childhood or even of my teens. I have memories, no doubt, though they are nebulous in regards to each other. I can recall events I attended and routines I once held. But nowhere in my memory does an actual full day exist. The hard thing about this is that i like my recollections, to play back experiences in my head while I drift off to sleep or when I'm bored. I like to piece together complete days myself. Everything that happened in them happened, just not in the order I chose.
❀The order that I choose.❀
