Childhood Story Greentexts >catching a cold, making you miss

>in kindergarten, after school and a big storm. i was in school late. an early winter sunset was shooting radiant golden rays of evening light through the black rain clouds. my future oneitis was having her hair braided by her dad for dance practice or something. i was listening for thunder outside.
>my mother saving the nonsensical notes that i wrote her when i was learning to write. most of them were about how i loved her and my stuffed cats so much.
>my father teaching me to throw a baseball and shoot a basketball when i was a little kid, and even though i was a little pussy he still was happy for me when i got better
>having a close friend who was a girl, rose, in 1st grade, and running around in the woods by my house with her and pretending to spy on people, then going in and shooting water at my cat with syringes until it got pissed and ran away.
>saying half-seriously that i wanted to marry the same girl when i was in 3rd grade, getting giggled at
>running around with this kid, micah, and showing him my dick and drawing dicks and butts on pieces of paper and getting in trouble in school (probably why i am a little gay now)
>making a whole bunch of gross mud with the same kid and throwing it at the house, and getting in trouble for that
>making a """""""horror movie"""""" with my friend about giant leeches that terrorized a hiking trail
>talking for hours about inane stuff like alcohol fermentation with my (still) friend, andrew, when i was in 4th grade, and being too much of a little bitch to comfort him when he broke something made of clay that he really liked. i still feel bad for him - i don't remember what it was but he really liked it. if i asked him now he wouldn't remember probably
>being friends with this poor bum kid with an alcoholic mom and trading toy trains with him

>>39429980
>getting nightmares as a kid from playing to much vidya so my mom made me stop playing rayman

>>39429980
Bumpa

Originatololi

>>39431093
Post your own story anon. It doesn't have to be good, just any experience from your childhood that stuck in your mind.

>>39429980
>be me
>third grade, elementary school
>teacher is talking about friends and shit
>asks us to raise our hand if we don't have any friends, probably expecting no one to raise theirs
>innocent me raises hand
>awkward silence
>classmates say "c'mon Anon, you probably have friends near your house"
>"h-haha yeah I've got neighbor friends"

>>39431029
>happened to me in jac and daxter
>pissed the bed at 13
fuck