Being four again

One day it all just disappeared.

I tried to remember, trying to grasp my thoughts. But it was a whole lot of nothing. It was just...gone.

I was in ninth grade, and I knew very little: I knew my name, my knowledge from school, I knew I liked to hike, and that something really, really bad happened beforehand.

I suddenly felt like a kid again. Suddenly, I could rebuild myself.

The good thing about being a kid when you're grown, is that you can do it right this time. Because you aren't dependent on anyone.

But, a lot of things are really, really bad. Because all of you're life lessons, all of you're memories. They just... disappear. You become sad, depressed even. You grieve a person you don't even know.

but maybe one day, you'll remember, and it will all make sense. At least, that's what happened to me. And maybe it was hard, and maybe slightly inconvenient. But it had to happen. that's the way it had to be.