
Splinter
For some reason, I can only remember tiny snippets of the life I had before society decided I was suddenly an “adult.” The number eighteen is as arbitrary as any other digit; some have been through the unimaginable prior to the landmark, others haven’t. For me, early years were lost somewhere in time. I do hope someday I will find them again. Few and far between, the moments I remember involve pain, food, an animal - or some combination of the three - and were predictive of w