Childhood

In class we exchanged stories childhood and took the the time to analyze how telling them made us feel. My childhood story was about me and my friend since elementary school; Dylan McDonald.
I am not sure how young I was exactly but I know that it was before we entered SOF (Dylan went here for middle school). He lived right across the street from me and when ever it would snow alot we would meet in my backyard. I live right next to the Trump Palace and their backyard and mine is seperated by a seven foot wall. We would run "secret missions" into the Trump courtyard all day and it seems as though we never got cold. When it got dark are fun was magnified. Our missions consisted of jumping the once enourmous wall into the other playground and sliding down their slide, or swinging on their swing before the Trump security came out to get us. Or so we thought.
In giving this story some thought I realize that I can still feel all the emotions almost as clearly as i did that day six or seven years ago. This story also got me thinking about how I met most of my best friends before sixth grade and they are still my best friends. I have learned that I am more in touch with my childhood than I previously thought, I realize that I remember more flavor of my childhood than I previously gave my self credit for.
I do feel however that we have mostly forgotten the flavor content of our childhood because I can only remember it on specific memories that I bring up alot in my head.
Remembering your childhood experience is important because we are a lot less alienated as children, if we can gain insight into how we used to be/feel it will make it easier to de-alianate ourselves from our experience.