My very first memory of you I was afraid of you. I was somewhere around two or three years old. I was running from you absolutely terrified. I had to stop running once I was cornered and I turned around and looked at you. There was nothing but hate in your eyes. I don’t remember the words you said to me. I was probably to little to understand. I was carrying a yellow and blue bowl with a handle on it. I remember your hands coming back and hitting me so hard I lifted off the floor. I was holding the blue and yellow bowl by the handle. My back hits the floor and it wrenches my little fingers hard. This is the legacy of damage that you leave behind.