((So what was your childhood like? Who raised you? What were they like? Did you have a lot of friends, a few or, none? Any pets? Any memories in particular that stand out to you, good or bad? If there was one thing you could change about it, would you, and if so, what would you change? :3c))
Oi.... Oi. You gotta buy me at least.... five ales fer that kinda info.
If bein a kid's fulla climbin trees, broken bones, and skinnin my knees on rocks, then my childhood was normal. Sure I fought with my sibs more'n they fought with me, but them prissy ass idiots never could figure out how t' rub my face in th' dirt like I rubbed theirs. 'Course I had friends too, an they was more my kinda people. We was a terror on th' countryside, so long as you wasn't more than a foot taller than us. I miss those morons.
Fuck, we was on a farm. Hell yeah there was animals an' pets. I always got along best with th' barn cats, though. They knew how th' peckin order worked. Ain't really whacha call pet material though.
It was pretty funny when Taddy- Thadeus, can ya believe parents would do something like that to their kid?- got it in his head that he liked me. Kept givin me shit. But we was kids, and he didn't even know how t' fight at all. A chump if there ever was one. I took th' presents, course, but it never went nowhere.
Nah. Wouldn't change nothin. It was a pretty good time, when ya add everythin' up. Course nothin's sunshine and daisies alla time, but shit, that's how life goes, don't it?