Many have memories of fun-filled afternoons, family vacations, weekends loaded with laughter and wise knowledge being passed from an idealized parent.
What about the others?
The children who shy away from light because they are strangely comforted by the darkness.
How about all of the once innocent children, now struggling adults, who hide inside the shadows that dance along with their lives.
Not every childhood memory is warmly filled. Many are chilled with ice as sharp as knives. Pain that swallows them alive.
What about them?
Those that get denied and pushed aside. The ones that we choose not to see because it makes us uncomfortable or forces us to face our own darkness.