every time i hear the crunch of gravel underfoot

it brings me back to the ranch driveway of my grandmother's house in montana my mind is immediately there .. and i thought of you and your memories that keep triggering your torments .. i don't understand you because my memories are happy nobody bothered me as a child at least not much.. my mother crazily (i thought) protected me.. in retrospect maybe not so crazy but i grew up happy so i don't understand your torment or why you would constantly think of something that brought you so much misery .. but maybe it's beyond your control maybe something out there is like the gravel to me that instantly revives your memories .. maybe you can find what triggers you and eliminate it.. because i don't wish for your mind to be stuck in a dark place as it were..🥹