Deep-seated..

No wonder I feel not at ease with that place. That was the place I was brought up. Literally, I was everywhere and thrown into pieces at that place. If I am cut into pieces, all the experiences begin at that place. The good, the bad, the regret, the love and the romances, the experience of being drowned and comes out alive, the joy of playing with toy and thus the morning wake up, the joy of reading and make cuttings and paste it, all give me some kind of an eerie feeling but nevertheless it makes me what I am now. If not of that place, would I be what I am now? No wonder it deep seats in me!