I was reminded of something the other day.

I was reminded of being a kid playing with my mothers makeup. I would mess around with it in secret. To me it was art and it was fun. Well she ended up catching me one day and she was angry. She yelled at me to never do it again and I'm not allowed to wear makeup. Boys were not allowed to wear makeup and she wouldn't allow it in her house. I remember her aggressively wiping my face while I cried.

I had locked that memory away long ago. It's amazing how something can bring out a memory long stored away.