Childhood Mysteries
Rogelio Velez
Thinking of childhood, most people remember the good parts, hanging out with friends they haven’t talked to in at least two years, those poorly made, cash-grabbing mobile games they played on their parents phone (unless they are older, then probably something to do with seeing sun. Seriously, who does that?) The mystery behind childhood revolves around that, creating many questions. What happened to those long, lost memories? Sometimes, by coincidence, you may remember something you probably have not thought about in years.
Growing up, I spend most of my time on the internet, mostly because of my brother’s influence, as he taught me about the great wonders of the internet back when I was probably 4 years old. Am I thankful for that? Maybe. Because of this most of my childhood memories involved me making friends online, a mostly taboo concept even by today’s standards. My first exposure to something online was Minecraft, way back when it was in Alpha. He later downloaded it on my computer, and we built a wooden house. My brother trying to make it look cool made a lava waterfall and burnt the entire house down. I probably cried, after that we rebuilt the house, and built an entire city in that same little map. I probably played on some pirated version of Minecraft, or my brothers account, probably even switched between those, I remember seeing those terrible music videos, horribly edited creepypastas, annoying people screaming at everything, and more of that sort, enjoying them all. Eventually Minecraft for the xBox 360 came out, my brother, my cousin, probably more people, and created a survival world, it lasted probably a month or two, and we probably built our houses made out of gold, or diamond blocks, making them the ugliest houses to ever exist. Later around my birthday in 2013, I found Club Penguin, created my own YouTube channel inspired by those who screamed at every little detail. I decided to put them together, and built the Club Penguin island in Minecraft, my first attempt was the worst thing I have ever seen. My second attempt I tried way too hard, with too many details. My channel lasted until 2015, where I moved on to another channel, more focused on dumb, poorly made, Source Film Maker animations, also known as SFM, which is basically a 3D animation program made by Valve Software, if you want a great example just look up “Meet the Team.” My channel became mostly focused on Five Nights at Freddy’s and Team Fortress 2 content, and for me, that is where my childhood ended. The main reason I remember these things, is mostly because I still have the files on my computer, and the videos and channels mentioned are still up to this day. If it were not for that I would not remember half of this stuff. There really is not a mystery behind childhood, childhood is just long-lost memories, much like everything else, eventually I will forget I made this paper, or Roswell, or NMMI, or anything else, it all comes due to age.
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Growing up, I spend most of my time on the internet, mostly because of my brother’s influence, as he taught me about the great wonders of the internet back when I was probably 4 years old. Am I thankful for that? Maybe. Because of this most of my childhood memories involved me making friends online, a mostly taboo concept even by today’s standards. My first exposure to something online was Minecraft, way back when it was in Alpha. He later downloaded it on my computer, and we built a wooden house. My brother trying to make it look cool made a lava waterfall and burnt the entire house down. I probably cried, after that we rebuilt the house, and built an entire city in that same little map. I probably played on some pirated version of Minecraft, or my brothers account, probably even switched between those, I remember seeing those terrible music videos, horribly edited creepypastas, annoying people screaming at everything, and more of that sort, enjoying them all. Eventually Minecraft for the xBox 360 came out, my brother, my cousin, probably more people, and created a survival world, it lasted probably a month or two, and we probably built our houses made out of gold, or diamond blocks, making them the ugliest houses to ever exist. Later around my birthday in 2013, I found Club Penguin, created my own YouTube channel inspired by those who screamed at every little detail. I decided to put them together, and built the Club Penguin island in Minecraft, my first attempt was the worst thing I have ever seen. My second attempt I tried way too hard, with too many details. My channel lasted until 2015, where I moved on to another channel, more focused on dumb, poorly made, Source Film Maker animations, also known as SFM, which is basically a 3D animation program made by Valve Software, if you want a great example just look up “Meet the Team.” My channel became mostly focused on Five Nights at Freddy’s and Team Fortress 2 content, and for me, that is where my childhood ended. The main reason I remember these things, is mostly because I still have the files on my computer, and the videos and channels mentioned are still up to this day. If it were not for that I would not remember half of this stuff. There really is not a mystery behind childhood, childhood is just long-lost memories, much like everything else, eventually I will forget I made this paper, or Roswell, or NMMI, or anything else, it all comes due to age.
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Rogelio Velez is a freshman in high school who is currently attending N.M.M.I