Things we remember are important, even if they’re not always happy or something we’d rather forget. They shape who we are, and it can help to talk about them. We’re going to talk about some true stories that show this idea today.

I was 10 years old. A new family moved into the area. Their daughter and I became friends, and she always told me that their house was haunted. I was playing with her in the yard one day when her parents and a man who looked messy came running out of their front door. The man then ran off into the woods. The man was living in their attic and kept it locked from the inside. My friend’s dad finally used his strength to open it. Ever since then, I’ve checked every house I’ve lived in very carefully. Not a known author/Reddit

Whenever I was five or six years old, I remember hearing my dad talking on the phone. I thought it was my mom because he was being so nice. When he gave me the phone, I thought it was my mom, so I answered it and said, “Hi Mom.” She wasn’t there. After the fact, I learned that my dad had many mistresses before my mom died five years ago.
Even now, my dad still thinks I don’t remember what happened that day, and I still don’t trust him completely. Not a known author/Reddit

My parents took the dog that belonged to my younger siblings to a shelter without telling them. They then told them that the dog had gotten lost, which let them put up signs and look for it. That made me so mad that I moved out as soon as I could afford to in order to save money.
The fact that my stepmother helped my half-sister with her homework didn’t make things better. NoseonMyGoat on Reddit

I found notes from my parents’ couples therapy in the car. They said that my dad didn’t think I was his. By grrrrrrravy on Reddit

I heard my nanny say on the phone when I was eight years old, “These aren’t my children, just my paycheck.” I remember how bad I felt because I saw her as family. Nosleepy on Reddit

I went to the bathroom in a big store. When I sat down on the toilet, I felt something strange. A hole in the wall between the rooms let me see something, and when I did, I saw an eye staring back at me. Not a known author/Reddit

I used to sleep in a room next to my parents’ room, and the air conditioning vent went straight into their room. I could always hear them talking about how I ruined their lives when I came into it. I was talked about and how bad I was almost every night for about 5 years. They keep telling me “I love you” even though they know this. From Bruser75 on Reddit

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