I Want to Go Back

A little while ago, I had asked my mom to write down recollections of her life as she was growing up. It was really cool reading stories from her past.
So I asked her to write down recollections of when I was a baby and/or young child. She jotted down a few pages, and I received them in the mail today. She wrote "You had colic where you had a lot of gas on your stomach, and you cried and screamed for hours. Dad would get home from work and pick you up, and you would stop crying. I think it was because his body was so warm, and you'd go to sleep."

As soon as I finished that sentence, I broke into wrenching sobs - much as I'm doing now, just reading it again.
I want to go back to a place and time where I could have his arms around me and feel safe and comforted.