I guess I miss believing my mom actually loves me. It is kind of difficult to say that because part of me is actually embarrassed that I was so naive that actually believed that and another part of me remembers the pain I felt as she slowly chipped away at that belief as I grew older. But I guess I miss those moments when I'd laugh with my mom and I wouldn't be suspicious of her intentions.

I don't really miss much of anything about my childhood to be honest. It was a horrible time for me and I hate most everything that reminds me of it.