We are haunted by our childhoods, by the important things we lost on the long walk to adulthood: the intensity of love and fear, the talismanic rituals and objects of affection, and the moments of comprehension of our place in the scheme of things.
There are stories in the discoveries you made, the truth you saw, the tales you overheard.
There are stories about the people you love and hate.
There are stories about the things that make you angry, the things that make you laugh.
There are stories in jeopardy when people have something to lose: family, friends, ideas, opportunities, reputations, dreams.