Or should I say the lack there of.

I am amazed and sometimes jealous of people who can relate things that happens some time in the their lives, sometimes from a very early age. So many people have such strong memories of their childhood. I however, do not. The holes in my memory used to be a bother but never really caused a whole lot of great distress. The only time I was ever really bothered by it was when someone would ask me about something and I could not tell them about it. Lately though, the fact that I have no real concrete memories is causing me a great deal of stress. I'm sure there is a good reason why I have no memeories. Maybe I really don't want to remember those things right now. Maybe the memories wouldn't be of any use. Maybe they would change who I am. I have no idea

But I want to know. I want to know where i came from. I want to remember what I did as a child and that sort of thing. I hate not having any memories