I was working out this morning at the gym doing crunches. I did 100. As I was doing them on the exercise ball I had my hands behind my ears and counted to myself till I reached 100. When I was close to finishing the 100 crunches a thought popped into my head: as a child I used to count while putting my hands over my ears while hiding under the bed. I tried to ball myself up into something so small. So small no one could find me. I would count hoping that by the time I was done counting my raging dad wouldn't find me.

No need to respond to this post. I felt the need to put it out there. If I were struck by lightning today and died I would want that story to be told. Not that I cherish that memory/flashback but that so someone else knows and that energy isn't stuck with me.