Some Snapshots from My Shitty Childhood

When I was about five, my parents divorced. I have very vague memories from that time. In one of my clearer memories, I was standing in the driveway of our house, presumably lost in thought, when suddenly I noticed that dozens of red ants had climbed up my bare legs, onto my shorts, and had reached my waist. I panicked, jumped around, and brushed them off.