Birth

As best as I can recall, I didn't ask to be born, I just happened, so it would seem.
Childhood is a horrorshow. I hated it, or I hate thinking about it now, at least. Good stuff vaguely resonates in my memories. There's  a lot of garbage. No control is the best way to describe it. Boredom. Too much boredom. Time to kill and nothing to do, it seemed. TV wasteland was my drug or means of coping. Sad to think of the wasted years of neglect I did to my mind and such. Being raised by alcoholic types does wonders for kids, I hear. My parents just were numb and lazy sort. Lots of boredom came from the subdued nature of their nurture. My son says I should write about my childhood. If he only knew the horror.