They'll Never Hurt You Like I Do

I've lived in Seattle, Washington since I was 5 years old. For the first 5 years of my life, I lived with my mother and father in Kearny, New Jersey. The only thing I could ever remember about those years was the large, white house we lived in, and those memories were mostly due to a picture I had. In it stood my mother and father with their arms wrapped around one another, my two year-old self held between them. Next to them stood another couple in a similar position, but with a young boy standing between them. Apparently, my parents had finally decided that the city was too dangerous to raise a child in, and my father took a job offer in Seattle.

Now, fifteen years later, we were moving back to Jersey. My dad had received another job offer back where he worked back then for an even greater amount of pay. My parents decided on a city not far from where we had lived before.