I'm not sure I was ever a child. More and more, it just seems like a rumor, or something I made up to account for having been a layabout in the 1960s and '70s. "Um, sure, I didn't do much back then, because I was a, a, child, y'see? That's why."
The thing is, I can remember remembering having a childhood, but it's like something I read, or a very vivid dream. Did it really happen? Couldn't say. Maybe. Maybe not.
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10 months ago
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That's kinda sad. I recall vivid memories from when I was like three years old, maybe even earlier, and all through growing up, year by year.
It's not so bad. I absolutely loathed being a child.
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