'Remember that two weeks in elementary school when I moped around because Alyssa and I didn't get to go to that New Kids concert?'
'No.' My friend replied. 'I don't get how you remember so much, Kim.'
Frankly, neither did I. All I knew was that my memories were all intertwined and eternally linked together in the closet of my mind. I couldn't remember the good things, like Joe and the guys, without remembering why I liked them so much. Jack had raped us all, and my mother was abusing me. I needed Joe and the New Kids to survive it all.
'I wanted so much to go see Joe,' I sighed.
'Subject change.' Phillis said from the driver's seat.
That was her way of telling Rob and I that we were either out of line with our discussion, or we were 'beating a dead horse.' I wished I could tell my brain the same thing during the flashbacks, or memories of the bad times, and shut it up so easily. If only I had a Phillis to filter the thoughts that went through my head, I thought." Kim Froberg, The Silence In The SunshineTM.
