Memories are odd creatures, especially when you live with Amnesia and you are talking and all of a sudden…

You remember… but is it a new memory???…

Time line and age and a picture make me question the memory, but then, amnesia makes me question all my childhood memories…

We were playing, in front of a tiny little trailer, I remember the people next to us, liked too tease us and I didn’t trust them…

I take a blanket and shove it up under the front of the trailer and the next thing…

I am getting stung and that’s all I remember…

It’s a true memory, my only problem, is the time line, I know the place…

Bonita, Louisiana… Home of Freda’s lover or at least in the next parish… I see his relatives on TV in the gulf… looks just like my sister, or half sister…

Anyhow, this memory is long before the half blood was born and it is a memory I know, but it has never made sense until I remembered the ghost and that’s when strawberry ice cream became a no no and trust went out the door…

I would have to say the age would place me around 6, before the first male child of my dad’s was born… Only because of the picture I have…

The ghost would be Freda’s lover sneaking out in the middle of the night, while Don was out hunting or TDY, I don’t know… I was too young to know that much… but I remember….

I was sound asleep in the hall bed in that little trailer and I saw something float past me that was bigger than my dad and I sat up and screamed and I remember Freda, calming me back to sleep, telling me it was a dream… but my brain kept saying ghost…

I would believe that ghost memory up till my memory trigger in 2017, that’s when many of those nightmare ptsd slumber parties really made sense…

I remember…

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