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My dad died when I was 11......childhood was hard for me.
dammit, now i miss being a kid. i didn't have bills to pay or repsonsibilities to live up to.
While I had a good childhood, I do not miss it. I love the freedom of being an adult and doing whatever you want to do whenever you want to.
One thing that every child wants is not to be a child any more.
My childhood was idyllic until I turned 8 years-old and firmly said, "No. I don't want to be baptized into the mormom church." After that, I suffered the taunting and berating of my parents, brother, aunts and uncles, and all of the kids and their parents in my little Ewetaw town for another 8 years until I could escape school and live free in San Francisco. Odd how being one's own person tends to piss off the majority of mind-controlled twits in a small community. Stranger than science fiction.
your parents should be proud. they didn't make the mistake of not teaching you how to think for yourself.