My mother and stepfather look so creepy in this picture but it's perfect because these are the expressions I see in my head when I think of them. Always pissed off. Always scowling. Always angry or annoyed except for the occasions when they were extremely happy. Those times were usually aided with the help of chemicals and always came with a price. There was never any middle ground, never any calm. Maybe my mind just leaves those parts out? Huge chunks of my childhood are just....gone. Missing. Where did they go?
I have so few photos of my childhood, but the ones I do have are so bizarre. Here is another one:
I remember those red stairs. I used to take the mattress off my bed and slide down them. I would do it over and over again for hours. I'd slide down then lug the mattress that weighed more than I did back to the top and do it all over again. Occasionally I'd end up rolling off the mattress and getting trampled but those few short seconds of bliss, of feeling weightless and air-bound were worth the rug burn and bruises.