But back to making this all make sense.
My earliest memories start when I was five. That's when my parents married, Penny and Steve Elske. They are spotty memories at best but the more I talk to everyone about what they remember the more that comes back to me. I am starting to think that it is possible to block out memories. I am also starting to wonder who I can actually believe in the cesspool of untruths. And all of these cover-ups and web of lies started well before I even came into this world. I was born into a family of "on a need to know basis" and apparently, we didn't need to know much until we were old to enough to start asking questions because the stories just didn't add up.
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