It was a day like most others, I was young, 10years old, happy, and with an old friend. I heard the phone ring and was told it was my father and I needed to come home. I meandered down the long streets for a short journey unaware of what was to come. I walked in the back door like hundreds of times before and was on my way upstairs for a few video games when I was abruptly asked to come back down stairs with my sister. We were asked to sit on the couch and they stood above us as my mother uttered the words I could never imagine, “your father and I are getting a divorce.” At first I was in shock, I couldn’t believe this devastating news; it came as a knife to my heart. Before this day I had never seen either of them cry and never my dad since. I knew he wasn’t crying about the divorce, they said it was a mutual decision, but for how it affected us, his children. Once I came back to reality I went upstairs abruptly and buried my head in my pillow, in my mind I remember cursing everything I knew and tried to grasp that house without them together in it. Shortly after they came in my room trying to explain the situation but never gave a reason. I never tried to think about this, I merely accepted it, until 3years later on a fine day at my grandparents lake house my sister and I were talking and this subject came up, when I told her I was never told why she was amazed. What she told me made everything make since. I didn’t feel guilty like they told me not to many times before, I believe this experience has drastically changed the way I look at things today and I know, but not how, I would be a different person without it.