One wonder about my childhood and adolescence at the time was how the most powerful things were felt on the inside. When I look back on that summer, as well as the intervals of time before and after it,I made some observations.The days weren’t action packed or impactful for the lives of millions. Instead,they were marked by deep,passionate,and sometimes heartrending emotions which were subtle to all but who experienced them.They weren’t always clearly evident on the surface,and not everyone could visibly see them.This was similar to how a person could never truly know my essence and my story just by looking at me.However,even the people who did, including my friends – and I dare say my father as well – didn’t know what resided in the depths and dreams of my soul.In fact, few knew what resided in the souls of many.I even had a hard time at envisioning what dwelt inside of my father at the time.I deem that the greatest realization that came to understand was that not everything was possible to be understood.