Even played outside when you were a kid?

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I have a lot of memories playing outside when I was little:

I had a lot of friends.
We used to know a lot of our neighbors.
I used to like riding my bike a lot.
It was back when I didn't have asthma or was chubby than I am now.
I also sometime remember that I used to walk up to this rec center in my old neighborhood.

I remember going camping for weeks during the summer.
I remember being able to make friends with any kids I met, and that it wasn't difficult to do so.
However, I also remember that i felt great relief knowing that I would never have to talk to any of them ever again.
I felt this way because in school while I had "friends" I was never any good at keeping them, and was always the continual butt of jokes and teasing. I knew subconsciously I would never get to point with these campground kids where they could gang up on me, or take advantage of me emotionally. I preferred a good book anyway.

Ohhh yes, I dont see the kids in my old neghboorhood out nearly as much as I and my friends were growing up in the 1990's. Great times, difficult occasionally, but if I could go back I certainly would.

I got my fair share of sun exposure. Most of what I enjoyed was alone time, or time spent with my only close friend at the time. I would also go on camping trips without this friend, and end up being mistreated by other kids my age who thought I didn't act normal. For whatever reason I kept falling out of favor with people. Maybe I did things that offended them, but I can't remember what. I had to have my own locker in school because I couldn't get along with anyone well enough to share the space.

Once I did something that offended someone, and I couldn't remember what I did, so I really couldn't apologize for it. Someone else started chasing me, and my response was to make fun of him for being fat and laugh about how I was about to be tackled and sat on. I couldn't run fast because I was laughing too hard. Looking back, I can see my response was inappropriate and there was something wrong with the way events registered with me on an emotional level. Even now I frequently have a poor handle on things that are emotionally charged, even if it's something positive like recieving a compliment. My mom gets irritated about how I say "OK" a lot for bad news.