The Early Years Writing Prompt

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Early Years.”

I never remember being a happy child, but then again I never remember being a particularly unhappy child.  I remember just being, I suppose.  Moreso, I remember my childhood in terms of pictures seen later and antidotes told by friends and family. Sometimes I feel as if I didn’t really exist except in the framework of those around me.  And sometimes, I wonder if those memories I carry are really mine or if I’ve constructed a childhood for myself in order to prove that I am alive. That I was a child.  That I existed.

 

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