No, I can't say that I do. It's not likely that I do, anyway.
I'm not sure why, but I have very limited memories of my childhood. You know how people sit around and talk about who was in their third grade class or what they used to do with their brothers every afternoon after school? Yeah, I have no idea. (Well, except for one person in my third grade class, and that's only because I had a tiny crush on him at the time...)
But I don't remember playing with my two older brothers. At all. I see pictures of us in the backyard of our childhood home and I can't remember what we did or how much fun we had or how much teasing they doled out. And the home we lived in before that one? I can't remember *anything* about it. One of the few things I remember about playing with my youngest brother is that he claims that I bit his leg one day. And I only probably remember that because he doesn't let me forget it. There might be a small scar present. It's not my fault that his leg flew into my tooth.
But all the things that make up fond memories of childhood of long ago? Gone. And I'm not sure where they went. But I do wish I could get them back. And that's also why I need to do a better job of documenting all of the little things that happen in Punkin's life. I want him to have the memories. And I want them to be fantastic.
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