I have almost no memories from before I was seven, and I keep wondering why. Was my childhood very happy, or very unhappy? I try to remember, but there is simply nothing there.
There are a few images, mostly good ones. I remember being at school and falling around with friends, small moments of friction. But when I think about home, there is almost nothing.
My relationship with my family is good—we get along well. I had thought about this blankness before, but I never really investigated it. Recently, while talking about it, I wanted to know whether anyone else had experienced something similar.
I have almost no memories from before I was seven, and I keep wondering why. Was my childhood very happy, or very unhappy? I try to remember, but there is simply nothing there.
There are a few images, mostly good ones. I remember being at school and falling around with friends, small moments of friction. But when I think about home, there is almost nothing.
My relationship with my family is good—we get along well. I had thought about this blankness before, but I never really investigated it. Recently, while talking about it, I wanted to know whether anyone else had experienced something similar.
