Remembering

 Been thinking a lot lately about my young life, especially my summers in europe, and the things that happened to me there. Now that I'm older I'm able to understand that these experiences i felt cool or grateful for as a child were disgusting and unacceptable.

It's really strange to randomly remember something I've long forgotten. It's stranger to look at it through the lens of an adult woman who has a better understanding of the world, and to see it completely differently. 

And it's sad a lot of these things just dont change. 

One thing im always proud of, is that today i am sure of myself. And i am sure i would never show someone good any unkindness.