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Yeah my mother's a drug-addicted prostitute

This music just... hits different.

R.I.P to my aunt. Best mom I ever met. Textbook example of how to raise kids, even with brain cancer......

Racing Big Wheels with the neighborhood kids, envisioning a future of racing Corvettes instead, playing with GI Joe and He-Man toys, seeing Back To The Future and The Goonies at the movie theater, having birthday parties with everyone in my family and friend circle as Billy Bob and the Rockafire Explosion sing to all of us at Showbiz Pizza Place, seeing Santa Claus at the mall and asking for the Cobra Rattler with Wild Weasel for Christmas, playing putt putt golf with my friends, going to the roller skating rink and hearing all the best 80’s songs, and on and on I can go…….

I was born in 1983. The 80's and 90's was the best times.

Everything we do in this life. Echos into eternity

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍🔝🔝🔝🔝🔝🖤❤️

This hits hard. Im 30 born in 1995. Reminds me of the good times as a kid. Life can be so sad and yet so beautiful

80er 90er waren für mich die beste Zeit. Da sind man noch zu kumpels gegangen und haben geklingelt und nicht wie heute WhatsApp.90s90s

🖤 🌒✨

New Journey ⚔️ Old Soul

im sure, a lot people back in the day said "i wish i would be an adult than life is sure better for me!" or at least similar. Im sure i said something like that back in the day. Im now 37. Now i kinda wish the complied different thing...i really wish i would be a small boy again.

Every child deserves to be happy!

Im happy to be 13 🥹

I want my old life back 😢

This is beautiful

Now nothing is left, everything is finished, the earlier time was very good but now everything is ruined

My fingers hurt from liking all the comments.

Real growth is listening to this song now for peace and not sadness :) keep pushing guys Jesus loves you always remember that ❤️

IM LITERALLY SO FUCKING EMPTY ITS UNREAL... Sometimes I cry & laugh like a psychopath... Throughout the day time I'm normal... But at night IM JUST FUCKING SMASHED... I'm so alone... I can't stand this unimaginably heavy feeling... I hate my life............ I wish I didn't exist... I wish I would just be erased from history & memory... It's not like I can do any good apart from God... But all I DO IS FAIL GOD! THATS ALL IM CAPABLE OF FUCKING DOING IS JUST FAILURE... My life ebs away... I... Am... Just... Suffering... Haha I try to fill the void but nothing fills it... all I have is a big gapping hole in my chest... 🕳️ If you saw me in person... You would never know... I look around for good things... Things that might bring me joy... But it seems I only have access to all the wrong things... In acknowledge of this... I question why God made me... Surely I have done something to offend him... Surely he would never let someone who pleases him stay this way... I am not stupid.... Just really hurt... NO ONE LISTENS... I HAVE NO ONE TO HEAR MY CRIES I AM ALL BUT IGNORED... I want to die... As I said before I look around & all I see is nothing worth having, everything around me is empty & hollow... WTF SHOULD I DO??? HOW DOES ONE FIX THIS? am I under a curse... Has God looked at me & saw nothing good in me & turned away?........................................... Someone... Help... I'm slipping...... I'm on the cusp rn... I'm under an astounding amount of pressure...

This feels like a warm day in may. I am eight years old, and I am on lunch break with my friends, we play in the school woods. Everything smells like early summer, and I have my new sneakers on. I am extra careful to not make them dirty while we’re jumping around on stones and playing horse-riding with sticks. Soon the bell will ring. I have no troubles, no worries. I don’t know that right now, I am the happiest and the most innocent I’ll ever be in my life.

m Hintergrund läuft childhood von daniel. Meine Gedanken gehen in die Vergangenheit zurück. Damals als kleine Junge mit den Eltern und vielen Freunden und deren Kindern in den Urlaub gefahren. Sorglose Tage an Stränden, in Wäldern und fremden fernen Ländern. Gemeinsam gespielt, gelacht und geweint. Und es geht in die Zeit des Kindergartens und der Grundschule zurück. Nach dem Kindergarten oder der Schule zu Oma Jule und Opa Rolf. Mittagessen mit Oma und Opa und dann gemeinsam Spiele gespielt. Aus Holzklötzen und Siku-Autos ganze Städte gebaut und gemeinsam Puzzle oder Gesellschaftsspiele gespielt. Die Zeit der Grundschule, gemeinsam mit dem besten Freund Pascal nach der Schule in dessen Wohnzimmer riesige Städte aus Lego gebaut. Hausaufgaben zusammen gemacht und gemeinsam gelernt. Mit Nachbarskindern zusammen draußen auf Waldgrundstücken „Häuser“ aus Baumstämmen und grünen Ästen gebaut. Wasserschlachten mit Wasserbomben und Wasserpistolen. Wenn einer eigentlich nicht konnte, dann gingen wir geschlossen zu seinen Eltern und bettelten für ein „bisschen draußen spielen“. Wir waren immer pünktlich zu Verabredungen und niemand wurde ausgeschlossen. Im Sommer auf Feten der Eltern mit anderen Kindern die Gäste bewirtet, gespielt und getanzt. In der Grundschulzeit in der 3. Klasse dann auch die erste Freundin und der erste Kuss.... man könnte ewig so weiter machen und man findet immer wieder neue Gedanken und Erinnerungen.....

3 things that helped me and changed my life 1. I stopped telling myself I'll do it tomorrow 2. I stayed consistent no matter what. 3. I read books on nixorus

There is no piece of music that encapsulates this specific feeling like this does.

Nice 😊

Wan ich dise Melodie höre fuhle ich mich geborgen und sicher Und es fühlt sich auch wie ein warmer Sommertag an Weis nicht wie ich sonst dieses Gefühl beschreiben kann

😞🙌🙌🙌

The music and kids noise just reminded me when I was playing outside with my friends around evening everyday after school 😢

Guys..tell me how do you feel when you hear this.. I cannot even describe it, but it is not so positive..

❤️🖤👑 Love you forever Danielle Victoria Elisabeth(a)

A deep sound in the heart and soul, a cry from the inner children. Full of innocence and carefreeness. Playing and dancing carefree. Carried by the wind that calls our adult self, this adult self, full of worries and burdens of past experiences. A call and a longing to heal, to be just as free as you were as a child. I feel that in this melody...

❤

Chilling with friends in a small town on a river... Summer and a little breeze of warm wind under the sunset. From playing football to talking about deep things... about the future... Will we still be friends in the future? We will always be friends no matter what happens...

Fuck this hits right in the feels

I find this haunting but nice at the same time.

At 41 It reminds me of the days Playing with your relatives n̈ friends that later in life.. (Relatives) became gossipers n backstabbers while (friends) became fake n left without legitimate reasoning Just sad

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What is this feeling? A cold chill all over my body, but i'm not cold... I think I wanna cry 🥺

This piece of music will have long life.

Path is still there, we just have to find it ❤

I can smell, feel, see n hear this sound

😊

ich bin baujahr 88 und die Kindheit die ich hatte war die geilste überhaupt kein Internet kein handy wir waren den ganzen tag draussen und abends wo es richtig lustig wurde mussten wir rein 😢😢😢 weil am nächsten tag wieder Schule war 😅😅 nach der schule sind wir immer zur bude under treff da wurde der tonister in die ecke gestellt und ab raus zu unserm treff mit 2,50 DM taschengeld in der hosen tasche ne gemischte tüte lecker und dann ab zum spielplatz erst mal alle mit lecker versorgen danach toben und spass haben was war das doch für eine geile und sorgen freie zeit wie ich sie vermisse 😭😭😭

What I Want In Life Is death...😖

I feel like I'm drowning. I feel terrible. I see all these beautiful comments, people are cherishing their memories. They miss their childhood. They look back at it as the best phase of their lives. My childhood was nothing, it was empty. I was not abused or anything, but I grew up among the constant conflicts between my parents, and I basically had no friends until high school. i feel like my childhood has been stolen, because that is not how a kid is supposed to grow up, and I can see that because of all of these comments. The kids laughing in the background are literally haunting me, as if they're part of something I will never get, a part of something I could never get. And now here I am. A suicidal 23 years old guy, too scared to do it because of the pain I'd cause to myself and to my family and friends. I'm empty, but at least, everything shall end one day. I hope that day comes soon enough for me, and I hope there is an afterlife. Maybe there, I will be able to shape the world to live the childhood I deserved, the life I deserved.

❤2025

Die Tage im Sommer früh aufstehen,mit dem T-Shirt nach Sonnencreme riechend in die Grundschule laufen das Gezwitscher der Vögel im Ohr die wenigen Autos auf der Straße das Gefühl heute wird ein warmer Tag, der Gedanke an vielleicht gibt es Hitzefrei, dan die nassen Schuhe durch den Morgentau als man zickzack um ausgetrocknete Pfützen läuft. All das macht mich traurig und glücklich gleichzeitig, heute mit 30 Jahren werde ich sehr nostalgisch und diese Melodie macht mich traurig und glücklich schwer zu beschreiben, manchmal wünsche ich mir wieder 7 Jahre alt zu sein und morgens im Sommer in die Schule zu laufen.....

The sounds of a childs joy is the closest thing we have to our own nostalgia.

Reading all your comments made me tear up. Born 96. Childhood wasn't always easy but playing with other neighbours' kids, especially during summer, was something special. I remember how all mums would chat together on the playground while we all were playing together. Some would bring snacks to share with everyone. The missing sensation of hot playground sand and pebbles under bare feet. Nintendo games that were simple but enough to make you play for years. Animal Crossing had been a big part of my childhood. Animal Crossing New Horizons made me realise I'm not that child any longer. The game felt soulless. I will hold the previous games in my heart, having played it together with my twin at grandma's house. I lost my 15 year old cat in 2020, which I had since she was small. Everything is slowly crumbling away from under your feet. Looking behind you and only memories remain. More and more people have already left your life or this planet. Thank you for this beautiful track.

listening to this while writing on my journal <3