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I think it was yesterday, i was talking to my mom about childhood stuff in the car. and that conversation made me realize even more that i really dont remember much at ALL about my childhood. and to be honest, im not sure if thats good or bad.

it might be both. i dunno.

because honestly, i remember SOME good things from it (honest to god the rest of the stuff in my memories is like. mostly bad.) , like the times id spend with my little siblings when they were still. well. little. its kinda bittersweet thinking about those specific memories though. because even though id bicker with my siblings 24/7 in my early childhood years, they really were all i had. friends-wise, anyway.

to be honest, i didnt really have actual friends my age when i was a wee lad (lol).

id never go back to those times, but i do miss it a little bit. things were a lot different then (obviously, of course.)