My memories from my childhood are odd. I can remember places in detail, but I hardly remember people. I don't even remember my parents or grandparents much till the time I was about nine or so, though I know they were there. Everything was much brighter, louder, and faster. I think I can remember things from when I was four.
When I turned about nine my memories became more "normal." I think this was the point that I became more socially aware. This is also the first time I remember being bullied.
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"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."--Augusten Burroughs