I have played the imagination game with myself a lot over the years. Is that how it happened, or was it my imagination? Did time warp the memories, how many did it wipe out entirely? My very first memory is a police raid. The footsteps, the yelling, and the fear. Officers in full gear running up wooden steps in a cheap apartment building sounds a lot like thunder, until the door gets kicked in. My mom shove ...Täielik kirjeldus
I have played the imagination game with myself a lot over the years. Is that how it happened, or was it my imagination? Did time warp the memories, how many did it wipe out entirely? My very first memory is a police raid. The footsteps, the yelling, and the fear. Officers in full gear running up wooden steps in a cheap apartment building sounds a lot like thunder, until the door gets kicked in. My mom shoved me off the couch onto the filthy floor and dove on top of me. The rest is a blur of movement and yelling. Were there gunshots or was that my imagination? Did my mom and an officer play tug of war with me or was that my imagination? One thing I know for sure, my older sister flushed the drugs. I was three.