How might never have talked about my childhood?, It is true that almost everyone in the blogs they do, and since the registration, follow the fashion of all, I should. But just be ... Recently
funny thing happened to me, when I can think of, I am reminded of how naive I am, and that makes me remember my time of less than 14 years, and was then even more igenuo, much as I would like to hide.
In fact, even today is not living life, so anyone could imagine how little we know before age 14 and how much they wanted to know. I was very strange, as now, but even more so, and so pathetically unhappy about not understanding anything, that's why I do not want to remember, for the pathos of the moment.
Once, even, than showing off my tremendous vocal cords (I wish I could have as much power of voice as before, or at least be able to paste these bawling him to shut up ...), everyone around me and interestingly all were silent. It was the time when I crossed the wires and let them notice me. Slowly I learned that I noticed less, but until very recently I was sometimes the clip too.
problems of my childhood, that ended that for me thing 4 years ago (some time has passed, and so is fine, since I can remember and write it [but not here]), was primarily controlled not know something: I think very quickly and badly. I've always been, I think so fast and so bad that I can cross two completely different sentences into one, and get me in trouble so rough. In fact, I remember a rather embarrassing occasion, when thinking about how well this girl I fell, and listening to that one that was an asshole, I wanted to send the latter to silence, and without meaning to, I asked her out. Descojonado front is mine, and I, of pride, did not recognize my error. The error was over, and today, when I meet with that how well I fell, I remember that moment, as perhaps was the end of my chances for her only to screw it up, thinking too fast and wrong. Obviously, she was in front, resting on my side, maybe trying to sleep while I crossed my wires ...
That was a horrible summer, no doubt, but in reality all shoveled my own childhood were exorbitant, and despite having glibly and correctly during that time, there was always that confounded terms, such as a suppository with a condom, or circuspide (not busqueis sense, does not) with circumcision ... Then people said I was a kid very funny, has screwed us May Memec to let go with no wonder.
The truth is that not all moments were pathetic when I had those years, which now, bucolic, hate the most part (I say "bucolic" because, by the way, what is bucolic, from my point of view, crap ... I've never seen the attraction to a composition case of peasants, muddy, milking cows, the smell of cow fart methane and such, and those balls of shit that shit go and sheep ... be given by the beatus ille ass). What I can say is that the best times were prior to age 6, and even long for the wounds that time ... I was a pupa, now I'm a sweetie.
What is certain, and that if you can not deny is that those good times that strangely detestable time (usually everyone gets melancholic childhood, I just blush), I spent all my brothers . My brother, who first slept over mine, and then later below (in bunk beds), and not long after he moved to another city, was a kind of idealized for me. Today, although not as idealized, and despite not share much in terms of ideals (in every sense) with him, so I continued having a great time with him (or winged the phone), because we both like laugh (and not say to which more than two). For Moreover goes my sister, who I admire for various issues today curious (or just yearn to live to take the ass, that is me), and which claims not to know why so much feeling to it if you always thought that when I was little life to me impossible ... Not sure if that was his intention, but certainly did not get more than my own ineffectiveness vital. The truth is that if we all have some magic in our lives, most of that magic in my life comes from my sister. She knows how to do it, but it has always been that way (always, really ...).
The truth is that for the most part I do not remember much before age 14, I guess that's selective memory, but if I have been left recorded that summer I made the mistake of confusing the words and people, and soon I began to regret to this day ...
I never explained that, and only wish right now that if I could cross paths again with how well that I like, I comment my foolishness of childhood, and comment on the matter ... maybe then I could explain it. And it is true that, excepting in some cases, better late than never ...
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