I forgot my childhood. It is nothing really to worry about. I wasn't abused or neglected. In fact, my mother and father were great parents. I seem to have a bad memory. My wife helps me remember names of people I knew and things I did before the military. It seems as though when I spent some time away from home I pushed out my childhood memories. However, now that I am back home, the more I am around my family the more I remember from my childhood.
My young nephew recently was given a football shaped toy box from myself that was in the possession of the family. I knew that I put my toys in it and played with it when I was a kid, but until yesterday I didn't realize that my parents gave it to me when I was three for Christmas. What a treat! I felt like I was receiving the gift all over again. Now to know that my nephew is playing with it again it is a gift to myself.
As for my memories, I enjoy recalling them more and more when they sporadically come about in conversation with family. If your memories were good as a child, on the whole, keep them locked up more tightly than I did. Unless you want little gifts of reminders.
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