This has been a thought that has bothered me since my childhood wasn't bad. I remember good times from what I can remember...I have lost a Iot of memories that were drowned out from abusive ex husband. He hated that i had a great childhood and he didn't and so it was always pushed in my face till I just gave up and locked them away...I just can't find a key. But I remember, especially after I hit puberty...I had what I called dark moments or 'fugues' and it would last days...this morose, dark, fearful, sad, lonely...i dunno, i have a drak side and I dunno, it is just part of me. I satisfy that with King books and crime shows and am trying to overcome it...been fighting over 20 yrs...hmmm sad...~melanie