"What happened to the world we knew?" Or the world we imagined we knew? I found a picture of me from 1970/71, from my boarding school (probably the only picture I have from there) that my grandmother gave me about a decade later. I was 12/13, at the time. It wasn't the 60s, that's for sure. My childhood was painful because of my disability and the breakup of my family and being shipped off to school for seven years. Yet, I have a few good memories from that time. I hold on to those, that's what keeps me going.