Today I saw a picture of a 13 y.o. kid sitting with his mother, with his arm around her.It saddened me a little. Wishing I had a picture of me at that age with an arm around my mom. No such picture exists. I wish I could go back and do over my boyhood without the trauma & stress & secrets I kept from my parents, of abuse and everything. Wish I could of been an average happy -go-lucky kid. No abuse, no bullying, no feeling different & left out. But I have to let that wish go. There is no do-over. Accept what was and live in the present with gratitude with what I have now. TRUTH.