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With the approach of age the soul flies like a bird back to the days of childhood. Now those days shine bright and clear in my memory until it seems as if everything then must have been better, lovelier than in the world of today. In this rich and poor do not differ, for there is surely none so destitute but his childhood shows some glint of happiness when he remembers it in age.

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You appear to not have recalled it properly. Otherwise you’d be able to salvage that child’s perspective on life.

>> No.18785515

Nah, I was physically abused as a child at home. I didn't do better at school even. Got bullied and got terrible grades. It was a cycle of suffering I had to endure all the way till I reached 18 and moved out to college. Then my life got better. Made friends. Graduated and got a job now and even married into a more loving family.

But I never reminisce about my childhood. My own mother's growing age has now soften her heart that now she wants to make amends for all the abuse she threw at me but I never bothered as I could only remember the pain. My father however is never repentant of his ways. Never at home and still chasing after clients with all the hedonism that goes with claims for entertainment expenses. He used to justify this lifestyle with trying to put food on the table. I realised now he's addicted to it.

I never look back.