Tuesday, September 20, 2022


      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.


  1. 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.

  2. It's not so bad. I absolutely loathed being a child.


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