Day 1: The moments of my history begin to haunt my future. How much of a child I could have been. In my more recent years I began to seek redemption; I have contacted pass lovers and I was able to relive the moments that I once shared. Each of them greeted me with coldness and bitter remarks. How could I be so horrible? In my moments of redemption I may have made an impression that I wanted a second chance but after 8 years I have moved on. Tbh I believe that I rediscovering what is important in life. The anger that once flowed thru my veins has disappeared. I am not sure why I expected my First to welcome me with open arms. How much damage could a selfish child make?