I became conscious while walking through LAX airport holding my moms hand as we approached a strange smiling man with an afro and handle bar mustache (turns out it was my father)
I became conscious while walking through LAX airport holding my moms hand as we approached a strange smiling man with an afro and handle bar mustache (turns out it was my father)
I’m on the opposite side of this where i wonder how everyone forgets what being a child is like so easily. I could with relative ease recount a fair chunk of my life from about 4 to 18 although my memory has always been a bit odd
i think it’s a trauma thing for a lot of people, i hardly have any concrete memories from before the age of 14 or so