The Beginning of the End
Roger Moore
Eastern Florida State College, Melbourne
PSY 2012 09M
Abstract
I am supposed to be writing about a childhood event that has shaped me or had a profound impact on my life. I struggle with this because I want so badly to write about a happy time or event but sadly I cannot. As I play my childhood memories through my head like an old home movie I keep ending at the same memory, my first one. I try and come up with another one, however, the same memory keeps resurfacing over and over again. It is like an old demon that has been haunting me all my life. This event happened to me when I was just a small child, maybe three or four. What I would not find out until many, many years later is how this event would come to affect me at different stages of my life. It would not be until I went to therapy that I would learn how to deal and understand what had happened to me. So here I am reliving this memory in my head again, hoping that writing about this will help vanquish this demon that still haunts me.
The Beginning of the End
I am going to try and explain to you how a certain childhood event had such an impact on my life. I have thought about whether or not I should write about this particular event but somehow since the day I was given this assignment, it is all I can think about. Believe me, I have searched and searched my memory bank for a happier time to put down on paper but those happy memories seem to evade my mind. Since this happen to me at such a young age, around 3 or 4, I would never know the full impact it would have on me throughout my life. It would not have been until I was well into my thirties and going to therapy that I would begin to face this demon that still haunts me today.
The titled bathroom floor is cold, I open my eyes, and my vision is a little blurred because my eyes were shut so tight. I have no concept of time since I am a small child, but it felt like an eternity....