The main thing that really inspired me to write this piece is, mainly, because of my lack of childhood memories. My earliest memories are from my eighth birthday, when I received a baby doll. Usually, most people can remember from when they were four. My own sister remembers from when she was two or three. I do, of course, have pictures, but I don't remember anything about them.

You see, I was born to parents who didn't know how to take care of five children. I was the oldest of those five, and - other than my little (and only) brother - am the only one who doesn't remember a lot of the life we lived there.


All I'm hoping that people will get from it is to hold onto and cherish the memories they have.