Why we should never go back to our childhoods

I want to take a moment and think about how I would feel if I had my childhood memories.

I know this sounds like an obvious question, but I don’t think I’d be happy about it.

I’d want to get them back.

They’d be a way of me remembering everything that I’d done, all the times I’d taken part in my childhood, all my friendships.

I could probably be in my early thirties and have a lot of time on my hands and a lot less to think about things, but there’d still be the memories of all the things I’d loved, had been, and still had.

These memories would never go away, but they wouldn’t be something that I would want to carry around with me for the rest of my life.

They would only be memories, but somehow they’d become a part of me.

In the days before social media, when I would post pictures of myself, I’d have a list of all of the things that had happened to me as a kid.

I wouldn’t necessarily remember all of it, but some of it would be there.

I knew I’d probably have some of the photos in my life, but it was all I knew about what had happened as a child.

But in the same way that I’ve always been drawn to the past, it’s something I can never fully forget.

I think I’m still a bit lost on what I’d like to do with my life if I were to go back.

But if I did, what would I do?

If I was to come back to my childhoods, what experiences would I have had?

What would I like to be remembered for?

It’s an impossible question to answer.

For me, I can’t be sure that I can go back into the present, to where I’m now.

But I do have some ideas.

I’ll start with my childhood.

I’m not going to tell you all the memories I have of my childhood as a boy, because I think that would just be pointless.

My memories of the past are all gone, but what I can recall are my favourite memories.

And what are my memories of my younger years?

I remember a lot about the way I was raised, and the things we did in our childhood.

As a child, my mum would cook, and then we’d go to the shop to do the dishes.

I was the eldest, so I would cook for her.

My brothers and I would go to different places to play, because we were all in different stages of development.

One of the main things we would do was to go to a shop and pick up a toy.

And we would take turns picking it up.

Sometimes we would put it down and we would play with it, and other times we would try to pick it up again.

But sometimes we would leave the toys in the shop for someone else to pick them up, and I was really proud of that.

My favourite memory is the time I would play on the front lawn of my mum’s house.

My dad would take me to a park, and we’d play on a swing.

I remember running across the grass, looking out into the distance, and seeing my mum walking towards me.

I ran over to her and hugged her.

I didn’t know why I was doing this, but when I got back to the swing, I realised she was crying.

My mum would also take me on walks.

I would get on a bike and go down to the beach, where I’d get a nice big piece of sand.

I loved being in the sun.

And then there were the things our family did in the garden.

We’d go outside to play with our friends, or go to school together, or have lunch together, and so on.

I used to love going to the garden when I was little, and my dad would pick me up, put me on the swing and go outside.

My parents would take us on the swings as well, and they were always very competitive.

They were always pushing each other, trying to catch the attention of each other.

I’ve never really been able to understand why my dad and I loved to play.

And there were other things.

We used to go on holiday to the countryside, or we would go camping together.

My father would bring me out on the weekends to play on my bike, and it was just fun to do that.

I never really liked going to places where we were out on our own.

I mean, you could see it, you saw it, I remember it.

And my mum used to drive us all around the country and back again.

My grandparents would get us out of the country at Christmas time and let us go camping again.

I had a really hard time accepting that.

But then, there were things we always did together.

I went to a lot more sports clubs, and went to some of my first sporting events.

I enjoyed it so much that I