Within my head there are thousands of inane, minute details swimming around fighting for my attention. Many thoughts on how green the grass was when I came home from camp, trying to push out the lyrics to the latest pop song that I heard on MuchMusic. Then there are the hidden thoughts/memories, neither good nor bad. They are triggered by circumstances and come back causing a feeling of déjà vu. This is what happened to me last night. I went for dinner with my parents at a friend’s house and when I was ready to go I was instantly transported back to being 5 years old and having no attention span. I could vividly remember all the times in my life I had gone over to my Dad and whispered, “Can we go now?”, and knowing that no matter what the answer was, we would be there for at least another hour.



Moral of the story: Always have an escape plan.