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I'm always amazed at how many people have evidence of their childhood. It isn't that I intentionally hid or destroyed it, I just don't seem to have ever produced any artifacts. I never journaled. I never purchased high school year books. I didn't letter in any sports. I didn't write for the school newspaper. There isn't an email archive or old message board posts (for obvious reasons of them barely existing at the time). Other than family I am not in contact with a single person I knew before moving to California in 1998 after grad school.
And it is kind of sad at times. I actually enjoyed my teen years. School was not a drama. I got along with the nerds, the dweebs, the athletes, and the popular kids without ever really being at the core of any of them. Motorheads were about the only ones I could never find any point of commonality with. So I'd be interested to have more than just my memory of those times to see if I'd be embarrassed in hindsight.
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