Artoo
Level of Tangerine Feather
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I recently took to thinking about the days when I was growing up, before I hit adolescence. Some of the time I remember it being a happy, idyllic experience; my parents loved and cared for me, I spent a time doing a lot of enjoyable yet mundane things; visiting my cousins on their farm every so often, learning to play piano with my Aunt, riding my bike along the seafront, and reading as many books as I possibly could.
However, at other times it was very much different. Although I wasn't conciously aware of certain things that had gone on during my childhood, it clearly affected the way I grew up. The reason I lived with my Aunt so much was because mum and dad were constantly taking time apart from each other, and while they were together, they fought most of the time. I would ride my bike as far away as I could to get away; I'd bury myself in books as a means of escapism, sometimes not leaving my room all day so that I could ignore the shouting downstairs.
Mum and dad loved my sisters and I very much, and I'm sure they did their best to try not to let their disagreements affect us. Inevitably it did in some ways, but there were certainly moments where we came together and had fun. By no means did I have the worst childhood ever - at the time, I assumed that I had a normal childhood. It's only reflecting upon it as an adult that my perspective seems to have changed.
/vent
However, at other times it was very much different. Although I wasn't conciously aware of certain things that had gone on during my childhood, it clearly affected the way I grew up. The reason I lived with my Aunt so much was because mum and dad were constantly taking time apart from each other, and while they were together, they fought most of the time. I would ride my bike as far away as I could to get away; I'd bury myself in books as a means of escapism, sometimes not leaving my room all day so that I could ignore the shouting downstairs.
Mum and dad loved my sisters and I very much, and I'm sure they did their best to try not to let their disagreements affect us. Inevitably it did in some ways, but there were certainly moments where we came together and had fun. By no means did I have the worst childhood ever - at the time, I assumed that I had a normal childhood. It's only reflecting upon it as an adult that my perspective seems to have changed.
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