im blocking out what happened to me when i was in elementary school. i can remember some of it, and then the memory just suddenly stops as if the time around it did not exist. i enjoy those blank halcyon cringes of what could have beens. it makes me stronger and i realize it helps translate into incredible fictional characters. chew on that for awhile.
oh wait, the topic said family member. it was not, a family member. gross. it was . . . .