Recollections of holidays..
Holidays are about fun, for as long as I can remember. It seems the chains of responsibility are removed, but really are not. Invincible children, we grow up to be dispensable grown-ups, well some of us.
In every recollection that comes to my mind there is an amount of awe. It seems my life has been fairly awful.
You are memorable, though. The happy and the good about which I not only feel around the time of holidays but also when the holidays feel their way around me.
I’ll never get bored again after having been depressed for many years. I keep myself busy with things to do. How to do stuff when depressed? Well, that is the work that got me out of depression.