Post 2/Week 2

As a group, we started reading A Long Way Gone, where Ishmael starts his story. During his traumas, what Ishmael turns to are his memories. He goes over and pictures what his family is doing at that moment, hoping they are okay. He also askes himself question about what his father would say, and seeing certain things and people remind him of that. Then, he tells us a story about his grandmother. He says that it is good to know his childhood is still a part of him.
That hit me hard, mostly because I couldn't imagine having so many bad things happening around me, and the only good thing being the memories I have from before. He was still a child even when he was going through those experiences. He had to grow up extremely fast.

During hard times of my own, what I do to console myself is around the same thing as Ishmael. I go over things that make me happy, trying to forget the awful things around me. Of course, it's nothing as bad as what Ishmael went through, but relating to him is not that difficult. I feel horrible for him and the other thousands of children who could have had it worse than him.