Bittersweet. On one hand I miss the energy passion and excitement I had as a child. On the other hand I remember how controlled I was by my mental illness, I went through so much suffering and fear.
Memories of my childhood just break my heart.
I feel mostly for my siblings, and what we all went through together.
From yesterday I can’t shake from memory of my father choosing belts to beat my brother and me until my mother cried you’ll kill them.
That’s interesting my old man spoke of the belt in my (sadly earlier memories) but stopped with that. He had sadness and he doesn’t let people in, which honestly is more dramatic. I feel like waves of FU are all crashing into me sometimes. They say at companies in the states that crap rolls down hill. It’s kind of like that.
Is he a younger or older brother? Are you close now in any way?
My childhood was mixed, but there was quite a bit of real happiness in it. I would get the most intense crushes on these girls. They hurt. In the first grade it was Twila Thornhill, in the third grade it was Jeannie Smith, in the fourth and fifth it was Sydney Marshall, in the sixth, seventh, and eighth it was Ann Upchurch. It was like a total obsession. I do remember real happiness, mixed with my obsessions, exploring the woods and going on hikes with my friends. When I turned fifteen my life became very cold and bitter. It was miserable.
I had a sweet childhood but it also had a bitter side to it as I was very fearful and shy. When I got to high school this intensified and my sza developed.
Whenever I think of my childhood for some reason I feel sad because they were happier times.
I remember my Mom and all my friends and family.
It was a Magical time.
Thanks @Wave .I opened this thread thinking people will remember childhood and remember moments,either good or bad,smells,colors,love…It’s my way to reconnect with something we experienced,and then cry or smile.Either way it’s good for soul.
أهلا بك
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I miss my Mom @anon54525863
It’s making me very sad today
Dreamed last nite mine all night. 
I’m sorry @Wave.
Thanks @Loke 155
My mom died when I was very young and it almost killed me. March 17, 1990. I was 13
I’m sorry @Loke
You were very young
I think my aunt said she died of kidney failure. She had Type 1 diabetes
My last words to my mother were “you are panicking” and left to my room,but she was having heart attack.Died on mine arms.Couldn’t even cry
Oh man I’m sorry @anon54525863
May she rest in peace
I have to take a small break
I’m feeling very down
You thought she was having a panic attack. Did y’all mend things b4 she died? My dad was harsh when I was a kid and he’s still harsh but we have a good relationship now.