As a child, some of my most vivid memories are of times spent at my grandmother's house. I loved the time I spent with her and she made my brothers and I feel like we were her favorite playmates. She never tired of playing the same old games over and over again, and whenever it was "grown up time", I would have quite a bit of time alone to explore
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I don't know what it is like to look at something and remember what life was like before self-injury. My earliest memories start at about....8, and those are not many. I don't know where my memories went, but I guess you can't miss what you never knew.
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