9/11 and George Bush’s attack on Iraq plague my Kindergarten and 1st grade years. I moved across the state when I was 13. My high school experience involved a serious injury which I did not recover for many years. As a result, I made a habit of not imagining the future.
But now, for the first time in a long time, I am imagining the future again.
In May, I will move into my new apartment. It is large and nice and is a short walk from the bus stop. I never imagined I would live in an apartment like this.
The future looks bright.
Things We Forget 
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