Normally I don't dwell on my childhood. But I just spent an hour doing team building at work, and we were supposed to answer questions about our childhood. Everyone was reminiscing about how life is simpler as a kid, and how great it was, and how they wish they could go back. And they more they talked, the more bitter and angry I felt. I remember being livid when as a kid when adults told me that childhood was the best time of my life, and that I had no idea how hard life would get. I thought I was over privileged people assuming that everyone has it as easy as them, but apparently I'm still dealing with it. I just got to remind myself that the past made me this strong person with an awesome life, and to be grateful that everything worked out for the best.