i would say it was a mix. there was a lot of abuse and neglect but tbh it didn’t hurt until i got older and started realizing it was happening. there were a lot of good memories in school though

Soviet childhood was pretty sweet, no complaints. Wrapping it up in a California surf town was pretty dope, too.

I have some good/fun memories of course but also alot fucked up ones and trauma 😕

Feels like I have some kind of PTSD at times lol but I've been trying to move on and be steadfast here.

Too much fuckn struggle. When i look back it doesnt even make sense to me lol but honestly there was a lot of love & fun.

I grew up in the hood. It was okay.

Bad memories. I mean I had some great times but most of it was like living in a jail.

Not so great! But, that was a long time ago.

i had friends, I'll say good

It was mostly bad and traumatic.

7 until 12th birthday pretty bad

Can't complain really

A balance.

A nightmare

Full of fear....

Crappy

A balance

Mixed.

That was no childhood.

My life was controlled. Safe.

Not sure if that is good or bad.

The bad memories seem to linger more strongly...

I had good parents and an awesome childhood

Balanced but overall the good outweigh the bad.

A balance. Then my sister got sick.