I don't remember having a tantrum as a child; no presents I wanted bad enough, no place I wanted to stay in, nothing severe enough to loose the ground of my feet.

I remember having several tantrums as an adult; most prominent being throwing pasta at someone for accusing me of binge eating post dinner. Sensitive topic, what can I say.

I no longer have tantrums, I have dark seas curling around my lungs, gurgling foam against the rocks, pulling back before reaching the ravenous cliffs. I have corals in my heart, that in stormy weather simply cannot withstand the weight of whirls.