When I was under the age of five I had and experience that the memory of surfaced after my mothers death. I remembered a cigar box with clippings of comic strips that seemed to mean the world to me. I felt the need to hide them which I still don't understand at that young age. In doing so I cut an opening in the back of an old recliner chair in our living room. One day as I was playing with them I was found by my mother who flew into a rage taking me and the box outside she soaked the box with lighter fluid and held me with my hands over the flames as the box burned.
I'm not sure what the effects of this experience had on me, but I don't seem to remember much of my early childhood after that incident. To remember the incident so clearly only after my mother died was very upsetting.
I'm trying to find some answers and what kind of psychological problems this may have caused?
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