Wow this thread made me feel things deep down... I, too, retreat to my childhood on a daily basis..I go to the grocery store wher I went with Kimmy in 6th grade..even when it's out of the way...always eat at the same restaurant as I did with Charles in thrid grade and that's on the other side of town..I have the opposite..I have powerful, powerful good memories..also I grew up very rich and spoiled only to find myself poor now, and growing up like this no one prepared me that life was more complex or even that there could be problems..went to my high school reunion from our posh side of town and saw these little friends yet they had all grown quite successful and had not encountered the horror of mental illness..so I remember back to a time with no worries at all and also I was good at being young, had it down, and I have no talent at being older (thirty-one..) so my t keeps telling me I live in the past, obssessed with memories of my youth instead of facing what my life has become.. My parents keep reminding me of how starting in seventh grade it became apparent I wasn't going to be they typical town of Pittsford child, I was way too sensitive and unique. Sometimes I feel good about being unique yet over and over people call me "...weird.." and it hurts more and more. I keep telling my t shouldnt time go backwards after a while.. he says that makes no sense whatsoever..I feel for you, justforme, you have tried to take a youth and have regressed into it and I have too..perhaps if you had had an idlyllic youth you would have regressed too..it's like no matter what life gives mental illness takes over... now I'm crying I had better go..