I fell off my skateboard and landed right on my bum. I don't remember much about it, just a profound shock. Like something bad had happened. I tried to walk ho

I fell off my skateboard and landed right on my bum. I don't remember much about it, just a profound shock. Like something bad had happened. I tried to walk home but ended up walking down a curved lane. Part way down the lane there was a gate that I had already walked past, I was confused, but realised that I needed to turn around and just keep walking. Then I'd see the gate and realise that I had got confused and turned around. So I'd walk down the curved lane without turning. But I'd reach the gate again and have to turn around and walk without turning. My friends found me some hours later. Walking and crying. My spine had been shoved up into my brain. Something had got jiggled around. I had lost around three years of memories and my short term memory was confused. It came back. Oh, the wonder at when it came back and I was living in two times at the same time. I was two ages. My younger self could ask my older self about the future, old me would hand memories down to young me. Like TV pictures. It has always felt like I have a rotten bit or a bruised bit (like an apple) inside my brain. Smells or feelings will trigger mild panic. I dream of that lane. And walking. I can poke at the broken bits of my memory. I don't want to dive into them, but I know enough now to poke around the edges. I can write the story down without feeling too much about it. Like an old hard drive that sort of knows where the bad sectors are. Brains are weird. Meat that thinks.