DescriptionMy childhood was, from what i understand now as a grown up, not so bad after all. I had the possibility to do pretty much what i wanted as long as i didn't hurt anyone or myself for that matter. I had some friends, some of them i would consider my best friends ever, although now i haven't seen them in years. We grew up thinking we were going to change the world and fight the stupidity that had seemed to hit any one who was old enough to grow facial hair.
We went out at night doing stupid things thinking it was for the best of society, because society just didn't understand. My parents taught me what they knew but I'm not sure how it affected my way of thinking as an adult. In many ways, my childhood shaped me into the person i am but also what i haven't become.
I live life far from poverty and political unrest but i sometimes think about what i would do under different circumstances or who i would be. I guess I'm lucky enough not having to think too much about it. From my perspective as an adult, i guess my childhood was alright.