She had a difficult time, navigating through the landmines of her childhood as she was growing up, and now that she’s an adult, she thought it would be, much easier, as she’s bigger now, and more in control of her life (that, was what she thought!!!), and, she went back home, to find closure.
But, as she was driving toward “home”, those buried too deep memories, they all came back at her, attacking her mind all at once. She’d, broken down crying, it’d first started, with this, gentle sob, then, it’d turned, louder, until she was, wailing so loudly, that the other cars driving by her, the drivers started looking at her weird!
like this??? Not my photograph.
Navigating through the landmines of her childhood, this, wasn’t easy, especially when she didn’t even have that metal detector (or that rat that helps detect the landmines???) with her, and, she’d become, extremely, careful, where she stepped, because, one wrong move, in this landmine of her childhood, she will get, BLOWN to pieces, and, all the years she’d lived since then, would, become naught, because, she got, killed, in the landmines of her childhood, AGAIN!!!
Navigating through the landmines of her childhood, how can she, she’s, too ill-equipped, ill-prepared for all of this, and, she tried to back out, and then, she heard, that click…and, oopsy, I think, I’d, stepped on something I shouldn’t have………l
ike this, NOT my artwork…
Life, the Obstacle Course 