The opposite for abused children. I hated the sterile mundanity & fear during childhood but growing up to be independent & more in control of my own fun was like being set free
i really appreciate you opening up and honestly this is so beautiful and encouraging to hear. like it really warms my heart that you felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable.
i can somewhat relate to this but i feel like it pushed me more into being shaped by and indulging in pop culture and finding comfort within friends.
it's more like i feel stuck there rather than wanting to relive what happened to me. i can remember in detail things like hanging out with friends, my interests, routines, etc. over home life. and those memories i can reminisce fondly over.
ultimately my dream would be being able to live in those years as my age now, being able to fully open up and enjoy life for what i should've.
isn’t it so weird how when you’re a child everything was so vivid like you’d go to school, come home, eat some snacks, play on your nintendo ds, listen to gwen stefani on your cd player or ipod shuffle, and get excited to see your friends at school again the next day.
and somewhere along the line it’s lost. one day you wake up and everyone’s forgotten. those friends you had don’t even remember talking to you.
but once upon a time that was your everyday. for years.