longest time(that I remember, was basically in and out of hospitals the first 3 years of my life) was a month and a week in a hospital in New York. that was 9 years ago now........... I remember the smell of the hospital, what it looked like, the taste of the hospital food......... I can hear myself screaming. I was eight years old, and I can hear my own voice, wailing that it's the worst pain I've ever been in. but I can't remember the pain. This sounds strange, but the worst part is knowing the pain was there, but not being able to really remember, not even in the deepest recesses of my mind. It was awful, and whatever that pain was, I never want to feel it again....... but I can't help but feel like something's missing. The memory that defines New York, and the most important part's just............. gone.
Could be a blessing. I have this theory that our ability to forget pain is the sole reason anyone has more than one child.