Sooo
Last month I saw a bunch of people that were there for the “early years” of me being me. I wonder what they think of me now. Like, they all kinda did the normal teenager thing or all had regular looking kids. And then there’s me. And I’m all weird. And it’s just kind of interesting to me. I’ve been reflecting on like, life and shit. Like, how things have generally evolved. And how my childhood memories, over the years, have become distorted, by my more “adult” mind. Like.. remebering things from like when I was like, six… I still remember what happened and where and with who… maybe not precise words, but I remember how I felt about things. And it’s just all so different from these grown up feelings. :b Or like, there’s this girl I was friends with in first grade… and everything I go to recall any memory of her, she’s just kind of blue. Like, with the whole photographic.memory thing…. the old prints have faded with time… and they’ve been altered, in ways… by the naturally curious and ever growing and changing nature of a childs mind.
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