Anyone who knows me also knows that my childhood stories are scary nightmares. My stories usually consist of my fond memories of the simply bizarre. An adopted mother who acted bipolar and an alcoholic adopted father who did his best to drown himself. But I know deep down, I have some good memories. I think what usually happens is that the bad outweigh the good. So, my mission is to try and remember some of the good.
So some good memories of my childhood:
My dad had a big garden. Something I can only appreciate now. To have had fresh vegetables every day and not go to the grocery store.
My mother, made the best taco salads.
When my dad would take my brothers fishing, my mom would rent musicals and get pizza we'd have a girls night with my little sister and I.
One christmas a family in the church treated my family to a "secret friend" themed with the 12 days of christmas. Each of the 12 days of christmas a new gift was left at our mailbox or front lawn with a poem. It was exciting to see what would come next. It was very special and really made that christmas a cherished memory.
It's good to know that there are some good memories of childhood. It hurts to relive some of them because they make me sad. But they exist, and that is a start.
I had an effed up childhood as well and the older I get, the more I cherish those good times.
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