I Dream Of A Better Future

Well I remember it being near Christmas...I was probably 10 or 11..and my mom was in the kitchen baking cookies..and my dad was messing around with the tree..and the Christmas music was playing and the house smelled wonderful and there was this weird glow all around me and I just had this overwhelming feeling of bliss..like everything in that exact moment being perfect. I've had similar moments but nothing quite like that.

I have no memories of my childhood due to trauma. I didn't start gaining any memories until about 12. I remember around the age of 12 or 13 I got this blue and white bike. I loved that bike. I kept it down at my uncle's farm. Every Saturday I would go down there and ride it through the woods and everywhere.

I can't pick just one, but maybe sitting on the sea wall in front of my childhood home fishing with my older brother.

Among others one is of my 1st time hiking (going to the high country) in the Sangre de Cristo mountains near Santa Fe with my Father when I was about 12.

Baking Christmas cookies with my Mom, and decorating the Christmas tree with my family.

Going out riding on my bike with my friends throughout the neighborhood. Felt so independent.

"Going Home" for Christmas. I can't do that anymore, but have fond memories.

Spending Christmases with my grandma. 🥰

Too many to share. Way too many

Touching my cock as I looked under Aunty Paulines skirt