History - Part four again

Memory again, is an odd thing. The things you remember are the things that were in a way different. I think there's a movie from that even. Where the person wishes life was like a movie and he lives from memorable moment to another memorable moment (or maybe he didn't wish that).
But so is our memory. From your first schoolday to your first kiss to your first snowy christmas or whatever firsts you had.

So really all I can describe are events. The first time I ran away from home. I walked through the forest, broke into a caravan somewhere and stole the only edible thing there, a chocolate easter-egg (technically not breaking in since the door wasn't locked). I somehow had nowhere to go to and stayed quite close to home. And got found by my mother-on-bike who dragged me back. And from that I only really remember the anger because I made her go out in bad weather and what would the neighborhood say if I was gone. The other time I kinda made sure I was home in time so I was never missed. I biked to my grandmothers place, then biked back since I had no idea how to explain anything nor did I want to make my mother angry again. I don't even know how old I was, cept I did have a bike. Which took years before I got one, since I was a danger on the road according to my mother. I had to walk everything.
Everyday to the library, walking, all within a set time. So I crossed the fence at the railroad to skip some of the way to make sure I had time to pick four books and be home in time. She had a timeframe for everything. Time needed to walk home from school, to walk and be back from getting groceries, to vacuumclean, to study, to do dishes, clean the cages of the rabbits, cut the border of the lawn, peel potatoes, clean my room. And it had to be exactly right, if something took less time I hadn't done my best or I hadn't done it right. If something wasn't done when it should be according to her timeframe I was lazy, slow and wasn't doing it right.

History - Part four

Waa, so tired, so drunk, so everything bad (ya I'll edit the grammar and stuff another day).

I had horrid dream last night, all therapists from last year transformed into semi-therapists from Ruyterstee. Too drunk to type now. Nini.