I woke up this morning to a dream of myself playing club soccer in elementary school. As I woke I had a sudden urge to look through some of my old childhood photos..
That's when I remembered that when I was 11 years old, my dad threw away all of my childhood photos in a fit of drunken rage.
I'm reminded once again that all I have of my early childhood are memories. Too bad most of the good ones are blocked by the memories of my drunken dad.
To this day he's never apologized for destroying them. When he did it all he said to me was "I threw away your pictures." That's literally all he said. No sorry.