I have no fond memories of childhood. One way or another my mother managed to destroy them all with actions, words, and usually both. Childhood is long over and I let any animosity I have for my mother go an equally long time ago. It is what it is and it just made me resolve to be supportive of my own kids.
I definitely fine-tuned the art of finding a silver lining in any situation. I was thinking the other day, when I remember any event from being a young child, it’s always in shades of red and brown in my mind’s eye. I wonder why I don’t just remember things in regular colors as they were. Clearly i was not living in a red and brown world. Weird. That’s what this improved photo was about.