Too bad I'm not temperamentally suited to Buddhism - because there are many versions of "the" truth expressed so elegantly, so clearly, within that set of traditions. I borrow Buddhist practices all the time, like loving kindness meditation, for instance.
One of the Buddhist truths is that it's good to let go, let the past move quickly away with the flow of time, like the wake in the water behind a speed boat. Sometimes I think that's not possible, sometimes I wish it were possible, sometimes I somehow manage to genuinely release a little bit of my historical flotsam and jetsam. Anytime that happens, afterwards I'm light and empty. It's such a thrill!
My family's experience in Kansas City is a blatant reminder that all experiences I had growing up, the joyous ones as well as the super painful eras, exist only in my memories. Every other trace of my "formative" years is gone with the wind. I could let go of all that, theoretically. But do I want to? Would it feel better?
It's so interesting to think about!