I want to preface this article with some kind of warning.
The things I’m going to say may well, actually probably will, bring up resistance in you.
You see, people generally romanticise their childhood, even when it was pretty dreadful. I know of one man who was left alone at the age of four, often for days at a time whilst his mother was out partying. He then had to feed himself on cat food as there was nothing else left in the house. Now, as an adult, he describes his childhood as “Not too bad” and “Pretty good at times”