Reading your comment was like reading my own back story, so that type of childhood is more common than people think.
There’s a tendency to portray childhood with a more rosy tint than the reality, and when you had a crappy childhood, it makes that mythologized perfect childhood seem like something sorely missed.
Everyone is different and has a different story, but I agree that my adulthood is far nicer than my childhood ever was. I don’t feel like I missed anything by having a less than perfect experience as a child, and I am grateful for the life I’ve had since then that helps put it into perspective.
I mean, not everyone.
Reading your comment was like reading my own back story, so that type of childhood is more common than people think.
There’s a tendency to portray childhood with a more rosy tint than the reality, and when you had a crappy childhood, it makes that mythologized perfect childhood seem like something sorely missed.
Everyone is different and has a different story, but I agree that my adulthood is far nicer than my childhood ever was. I don’t feel like I missed anything by having a less than perfect experience as a child, and I am grateful for the life I’ve had since then that helps put it into perspective.