My childhood was great, but it ended too fast.

I mean, like, I was pretty much acting like an adult by the time I was 12. I recently found journal entries from middle school (around the time I was 12) and my friends were smoking cigarettes, getting drunk, I was getting drunk apparently, my friends and I were "mature", or at least, we were doing things that older teens should be doing, not 12 year olds...

Aside from some trauma in my earlier childhood, it was pretty good. Sometimes I think I can only remember my childhood as being "wonderful, amazing, magnificent and great" because the trauma was so bad that I minimize it and only see the good in my childhood.

I had a lot of friends as a kid, I was very active and I loved nature and such.