A childhood memories relate to everyone

When I was a really young child, most of my memories was me playing alone in my room. I played games from the wildest parts of my imagination! I made mountains out of books, I made towns out of blocks and small plastic animal toys. I used my stuffed animals and had tea parties with them. Normal kid stuff! Although, even though me and my younger brothers were only three years apart, and were unusually close for siblings, they often left me out, and my dad worked and my mom was busy taking care of us.

When my siblings started playing with me I always remember usually playing games with our “The Lion King” and “My Little Pony” toys. We had a royal family story for the Lions, and made a Lion King pony parody! It was fun. My childhood was probably the happiest part of my life.

Then we grew up. We moved. In my old town, I had a lot more homework, but the kids were nice and the classes were always nice to eachother. We also actually acted like 7 year olds, so my old school life was very pleasant. In my new town, I had less homework, but I felt so alone. The kids acted like normal kids stuff was for babies. I had a few friends, but in second and third grade I was the nice, shy girl. And for all of Elementary school, it was like that. I had a few close friends, stayed on good terms with my classmates, always did my work and never got into trouble. But I noticed the difference. Everyone was so immature, yet they acted like liking mature things was normal for that age. It was from their talk that I learned a lot that a 7–10 year old shouldn’t learn.

now I got educated. Learned and taught myself a lot of things. Now I know from psychology that the brain is a muscle, just like pretty much everything else in our body lol negative emotions (and interesting enough, even positive emotions) cloud our good judgement.