Sorting Pictures

Spent the evening looking through so many old pictures that my eyes hurt. This was taken in California on Bender, the first house I remember living in. My big wheel was extremely bad ass. I learned to swim there. And it was before my mother went super crazy, if memory serves.

Last night Patrick and I were also reading through old journals, and I realize how much I have forgotten in life. On one hand, I'm so glad I write so much down. On the other hand, there are things that you want to forget. I wrote EVERYTHING down, though, so I guess I didn't want to forget, not really.

Curious.