_{“sounds nice. better than rags and backhanded slaps, not to mention table scraps.” he shook his head, forcing himself not to cringe at the memories. anything good from his childhood happened at school or at the library… definitely not around anyone from his family.}

^{“to some it might have been.” however, to him ( what he could remember at least ) it wasn’t. while his memory was in tatters ( sometimes more than the per-usual ) all he remembered that time was the scorn he usually received – especially when he started to mature. “to me? not so much.”}