Childhood questions to ask yourself?

Question

one thing I always wish i could do is go to the past.

of course, everyone wants to do that

but i when i say go to the past i mean think the way i thought

i cant do that now though, i have different points of view and i learned more

but when somebody says something it would be nice to know what i would have said if i were still that age.

or what i would have thought.

anyways,

think back to your childhood.

what were some things you enjoyed doing?

we're you a troublemaker?

what made you the way you were?

Answer 1

i dont know i blocked out my childhood.. i only remember the things i want to and those memories are fading ...

I remember chewing bubble gum for my grandma and her using it to stick the heat vent back up cuz it was falling off.. and it worked until the heat came back on...  my grandma past away so looking back now it still something i liked doing cuz it was funny and i was with her..

Answer 2

I enjoyed stickers, dress up, and friends.

I wasnt a troublemaker.

The way I grew up, and genetivs made me who I was/ am.

Answer 3

I was a troublemaker because of the troubles I had back at home!! If only I could think like I think now maybe things would be different but there would no way I could think like that then if I hadn't;t gone through the things I did!!!

Answer 4

I LOVED playing dress up. Watching Disney movies like Cinderella. Being outside and climbing trees. Setting fashion trends (yes, even in kindergarten). I loved dancing and singing and music.

I was a total lover. The only trouble I caused was with my older sister because she was super mean to me when I was a kid.

I think everything. My family, the parenting style I grew up with, friends (and enemies), schooling, Hurricane Andrew, struggles and successes, working hard for everything I wanted...

Answer 5

One of my mottos is "It's never too late to have a happy childhood." I'm purposely one of those people who often "acts my shoe size, not my age." My childhood took all the fun out of dysfunction. There were some good times, but they were rather lost in the confusion.

I buried myself in books. I loved school and looked to my teachers for the validation and praise I didn't get at home. I owe them a sweet debt of gratitude. It was a simple time. We played hopscotch, rode our bikes like the wind, watched the Little Rascals, played with Lincoln Logs, ran the neighborhood until dinner time, caught fireflies, ran after the ice cream man, and saved our nickles for candybars. We played dressup, got into our mother's makeup, and could even trick 'r treat without supervision. I was always a Gypsy. I dreamed about Moondoggie in the Gidget movies. We got haircuts on the backporch. We had a big collie named Bimbo who actually pulled on our pants legs to keep us in our own yard. I cried one day when our mom swept a little pink baby mouse out the door. I was an old soul, but now, I'm thankful for it. It's a bonus. I have one little boy doll left from my childhood. I wrote Tom on his chest with blue ink and you can still see bits of dark red nail polish on his tiny hands.

I learned a lot of lessons too quickly and heard too much adult conversations, but anything hard should teach something and it did.....how to be a totally, loving, hands/on

parent to my children...and to never, never stop playing.