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Childhood Memory

It's a little hard to pick a fondest childhood memory, but I am going to go with bedtime.

In a way, it's funny, because I do remember when I was little, my parents would constantly have to argue with me to get me to go bed, plus I can remember the terrible times when I was in my bed and I would be scared of the strange looking shadows in my room. I kept thinking they were some kind of monsters waiting for me.

But I also have some happy thoughts, because I remember how somewhere along the line, I realized that my parents could force me to go to bed but they couldn't force me to go to sleep. So, I would stay awake and think of whatever I wanted to think about. Of course, sometimes I would carry on conversations with the bear that I slept with. He was my best friend. And sometimes, I would think thoughts that were funny only to me, just to make myself laugh like thoughts about how weird it would be if there were a parade going on out on the street at 3 o'clock in the morning. (I had a weird sense of humour). Oh well. That's my fondest memory.