I miss my teen-age years, and trust me, that’s something I never thought I’d admit, or even consider. It’s not just the “I’ve got no major problem” life-style (although a couple of major fallouts with my parents happened back then, and still carry repercussions, on both sides, in our relationship. One day I’ll tell you). I’ll admit it, I was, ( Read more... )

have you ever knew soemthing you weren't supposed to, because somone, in a moment of rage, spilled it?
I do.
I lost my grand-mother (dad's mother) when I was around 5 and an half. At the time, I didn't think too much of it. I didn't know she was sick, but, c'mon, I was five.  Who talks about this sort of things with a five years old (unless, of ( Read more... )