I love remembrance. Nostalgia is my very being.
My childhood is the basis for who I am, like most, but mine also impacts heavily on what I do. Most kids, who get toys, and play games, "outgrow" them. I never did. Even today, I love nostalgia on a different level. Now, most people here just remember the games they played, and that's it.
Me? Well, three main things made up my ample free time as a child. I feel I should mention that I thought allthe kids at my age (5, at the time of discovery of interest.) were stupid, and wanted to all grow up. I was content being alone, but friends who are mature enough are nice.(Lepricorn was as close as I ever got). Th three things were Toys, Games, and TV.
Now, those last two are pretty common around this place, as well as my hometown, but it was that first one that made my an oddball. Toys were seen as childish, and thus, no one had them after age 7, wanting to grow up. I was different, and still am. My shelves are littered with Transformers, Sentai Mecha, Gundam, Kamen Rider Belts, and Trading Cards.
My childhood still interests me, and it's the only thing I can say I'm proud of as a child. I hated telling people that I did sports because I hated them, I hated the people playing them with me, and the interacton I needed to make witht them all. Dad felt sports were pretty much nessicary to be "normal." I didn't want to be the same as the other kids, so I said, at age 9: "No, I'm not doing sports anymore. I hate all their aspects, so I refuse."
Surprisingly, he said okay, and I was done, and I was content with my hobbies, and still am. Sorry for the life story, but I felt like sharing. No doubt in two hours I'll come to regret saying anything, but alas.
Topic: Extreme Nostalgia (Read 24686 times)