I usually look forward to Sunday evenings just as I had done yesterday.  That is when I listen to a two-hour syndicated jazz show on the radio.  In addition to having the kind of music I like, I can usually calm my mind for the coming week.  It also helps me relax.   Although I enjoyed the music last night, something different occurred while I was listening to it.  I began having flashbacks to my childhood.  I started remembering going to places I have been away from for some 50 years.  I saw myself being examined by doctors and nurses, and being in hospitals for operations.  I also remembered being in the car with my father and mother, while riding home amidst the darkened night.   Some of the memories were good, while others were bad.  I could see and feel some of the abuse I received as a child.  It was as if I was living through it all over again.  This went on for a while until my memories turned to my adulthood and the abuse I received at that time.   I saw, and seemed to feel, with stark clarity painful and embarrassing things that were done to me.  It was as if I was watching my life being shown on a large movie screen in front of me.   Why that happened last night is something I will probably never know.  It seemed all too real for my tastes.  To make matters worse, I had those flashbacks throughout most of the night and they are continuing today.  I would like them to stop, but do not think I have any control over that.   Quotes of Attitude:   “The control center of your life is your attitude.” Anonymous