Remember.

[revoless]

When I was twelve years old, my mother finally left my stepfather, and we moved cross-country from Southern California to Ohio. We took a roundabout trip, stopping by the Grand Canyon and Vegas and a million places along the way. And somewhere on that trip, or shortly before, or shortly afterwards, I made a concerted effort to forget everything

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[hibernaldream]

I don't remember a whole lot about my childhood either, but occurred naturally for me. My boyfriend has two kids, 4 and 6, and they often remind me of how much I just don't remember doing the things they do. I don't really remember playing and being creative -- I remember being confused as to how other kids were being creative. But I'm not sure if those feelings came later when I was older, after I looked back to the past few years and wondering.

I'm really happy to see you updating again. <3

[idprismindigo]

thanks, always, for posting.

i discovered some time ago, too, that i have retained some of my child-like desire for discovery and imagination. the world somehow slowly becomes in some ways what i imagined long ago it should be, and it makes me happy to see, though sad that i did not have a part in the marginal transformations in technology and knowledge that brought it along this path.

speaking of nuance and intricacy, i have been reading a book lately that is enjoyable and reintroduces some measures of metaphysics and mystery to reality and scientific discussion. the book is: quantum enigma by rosenblum and kuttner. its very accessible, and i think you might enjoy it if you have the chance to read it.