I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
So please ask yourself: What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it.
maybe because of it, I always got the worst.
Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.
Neil Gaiman (The Ocean at the End of the Lane)