CHAPT.2)I glance in my hopes of direction as i sit on a hill,on the exact same spot everyday.For some reason its like a tradition for me,just thinking of thoughts that constantly run through my state of mind.i sit perched on the edge, waiting for faiths smile to drift across my face,thinking of my shirt sleves pushed up trying to dig and pull into my mind constantly tring to find old memories deep deep down within.When i find the memories,i hold each one in the palm of my hand briefly before dropping it into a pit of darkness,each memory evokes feelings long gone.I dont know exactly sure what has prompt me this sudden trip to my past,but i have a feeling that i should stop and lo back at life.As i continue to relive the memories i cant help but notice one memory in particular buried deep in my mind.