I want to write a complete story of my life.
It'll only reside here on the sdf gopherspace.
Let me start from the beginning.

I was born in the early 90s in a nordic country.
My father never lived together with my mom.
I can only guess he didn't care much of her.
I don't remember much about my mom and my first years.
But I'll give you what I can.

I remember one of these times it was bedtime.
I was standing on my bed screaming at my mother.
Probably I didn't want to go to bed yet.
This very snapshot of my memory has troubled me.
And for a very long time. I feel very bad for doing so.
Screaming at my mother that was soon going to pas away.
Even though neither I or she knew that at the time.

I want to have happy memories of my mother.
Though I can't actually recall any.

I remember an ambulance picking someone up at our house.
But that could have been grandpa.
He died just a year after mom.
I also remember parts of a funeral.
Same there, could have been someone else.

Mom passed away when I was only 4 and a half year old.
Grandpa followed soon after. And I was alone with grandma.
We had a big big house just outside a small city.
It was a white, bricked house in a calm area.

A child alone with his very old grandmother.
That's where my story starts.
At least that's when my life started to differ from others.