While walking around the house you see little things that remind you of your childhood. There's that one scratches and scribbles on walls, stains from spaghetti on the ceiling, and mom's not-very-secret secret stash of chocolate on top of the fridge. You remember the guilty pleasure you felt when you could finally reach those sweets, but now that feeling is replaced with something more painful. You begin to dwell on this feeling caused by the sight of Mom's chocolate, and your mind soon becomes overwhelmed.