Clusterfuck-Tales vol. 0.1

I was 3 years old when I fucked up my life.

I was riding a bus - along with parts of my family: my mom and my aunt.
and I said one sentence - one sentence that would influence my life in so much really strange ways...
first, because this story was told to me later again and again by my aunt and my mother.
Like, 100 times?
And every time, i thought about it ...
"why is this so special?"
why do you tell me this story over and over again?
And this is why I always thought about this sentence and its implications...

to be continued...