When I was around 5 years old my mother cut her wrist when a big ceramic pickle vat fell off the counter and shattered on the floor. I was outside and heard her scream for me.  I raced inside. She told me to run get a neighbor. I was so scared I ran as fast as I could. On the way I tripped, fell, scrapped my knee and twisted my ankle. I managed to limp the rest of the way, got the neighbor, and my mom was taken to the hospital for stitches.

After that day I do not remember ever thinking about my ankle. It seemed to heal without giving me any trouble.

Many years later when having Rolfing body work done the therapist got to my ankle and without warning I began to cry. Yes there was a little pain but the tears were caused by being flooded with the memory of my mother and the events of that day. It is so interesting how my body stored that memory and after so many years it surfaced.

Our bodies are amazing storehouses of information. Sometimes we need a little help to completely release an emotional trauma that while we may have forgotten, to our body it is still a real memory.