You never really remember much from your childhood it seems. I remember a few things, like how i almost always wore my hair in pigtails, and carried around my baby blanket with a pacifier in my mouth, or how I'd bring our radio outside and turn it on while I gave my dog a bath in my old kiddie pool. These are the few good memories I have. There are things I know about but don't remember like my dad being in a wreck, or my mom and dad splitting up for a couple months. When that happened my dad took me while my mom took my infant brother, I guess that's why I'm closer with my dad. Something I regret from my childhood is yelling at my mom and saying that I didn't care if I got taken away from her, of course I didn't mean it but now I'm not so sure. My mom has hated me a lot since then, i guess that's why life is kinda hard now.
