Steven: I never had any friends, come to my house.

Me: What do you mean?

Steven: When I was a kid. My parents wouldn't allow anyone to come over.

Me: Oh.

Steven: When I was in elementary school, I always got pushed off the swings, during recess. This girl, I don't remember her name. We were in the same grade together. This was in 3rd grade. She moved to Oklahoma, since then.

Me: She didn't seem very nice.

Steven: No. Everytime, during my family reunions, my uncle would tell me to behave myself. And, I would say to him, I am behaving myself. Then, he told me to shut up. I was glad, when he died, though. He died in 1993, of a heart attack. Didn't miss him, then, don't miss him now.

Me: I see. What was his name?

Steven: Bert. I didn't cry at his funeral.

EstherLehcar: You shouldn't speak ill of the dead, Steven. Your uncle may have been a jerk to you, but you should have treated him with more respect. Then, your relationship with him, wouldn't have been so toxic.

Steven: Shut up! You never knew him! He died in 1993, before you were born, so shut it!

EstherLehcar: Whoa, no need to be rude! Jeez!

Steven: I had a rough childhood, okay? In high school, I couldn't find a date for the prom.

Shawn: That was during your teen years, Steven, not your childhood.

Steven: Just saying.

Carter: So, you basically had a rough life?

Steven: Yeah, pretty much.

Trevor: Oh well, that's in the past, man. Time to move on.

Steven: Eh, I guess.

This story was written on Monday, March 29th, 2021.

A/N Steven, just forget about your childhood, and move on. The past is the past. You can't change that. Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.