League_Girl wrote:
I enjoyed my childhood as well. I used to think I didn't have a normal one or a happy one but I realize I did because I was fed and taken care of, I had friends despite the rejections and the meanness, I played, I was lucky to have understanding parents who wanted to help me get better. I enjoyed lot of field trips my class went on when I was six and seven.
This is me too. If you would have asked me at 17 if I had a happy childhood, you likely wouldn't have received a positive response. My mom didn't know how to handle me or why I acted like I did, and so I was yelled at a lot. But now in my 30s I realize that, all things considered, I had it pretty good. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough and I have some great memories. Granted, the negative memories have faded quite a bit. They don't have the same impact that they used to. Events that used to trouble me greatly then are now vague memories. But the memories of laughter, smiles, and good times are still there. And I had some wonderful experiences.