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back when I sat in the backseat.

In my grammie’s basement discovering that when I was little, trees grew from my head.

It’s funny how sometimes I think I’d like to go back to these days. (Because really, I don’t think I would). I had an excellent childhood and I can’t complain, and I can’t say I fully understand those who haven’t had such a ‘romantic’ childhood.

But I do believe that as much as it shapes you, it doesn’t bind you. We grow out of those tiny bodies and though we might be able to remember vividly what it’s like to be in them, we don’t ever go back to them.

What’s the first thing you think of when you think of childhood?


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