Some people claim to have memories from their first two years of life. I'm not quite sure what my first memory is but I'm pretty sure I was a tad older than that. I clearly remember a boy named Caleb singing the Hall and Oates tune, "Kiss Is on My List" to a girl named Tiffany in preschool when I was about four.
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My family has always been affectionate both physically and verbally, so it wasn’t until high school that I realized not every family was like mine. Other families — although equally as loving — didn’t necessarily go around saying “I love you” every time someone left the house. Neither is better, but I do think the level of affection in the household you grew up in will have an effect on the adult home you make for yourself.
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Last weekend I had the pleasure of enjoying a quintessential Summer activity: swimming in a lake. I’m not going to lie; at first I was only brave enough to dip my big toe in, but after hanging out in the sun for a while, I finally took the plunge — and it was fun! The best part about being in the water was that it reminded me of how much I loved to swim as a kid, not for the health benefits, but just because of the sheer joy of being in water.
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Depending on who you ask, Summer camp is either a wonderful, life-changing part of childhood or a horrifying, embarrassing experience to be avoided entirely. For many kids, attending sleep-away camp was a first taste of independence. You're tossed into an unfamiliar place and forced to make new friends while sampling all sorts of exotic activities — from horseback riding and campfires to dancing with boys and having your underwear run up a flagpole.
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I tell my kids that there's a Santa Claus, that the tooth fairy is small enough to fly under a pillow and that the Easter Bunny sometimes sprinkles carrots in their food when they aren't looking. In other words, I lie.
For the most part, I am honest with my kids to a point that is sometimes much to my own mother's chagrin.
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When it comes to the nature versus nurture argument, the debate still wages, but as far as nurture goes, our parents seem to be the indicators for why we are the way we are. However, for many of us, our parents were not the only people that we looked up to.
For some people it's a teacher, an older friend, or even a television character!
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Dear Sugar,
I was severely bullied for my last four years of elementary school. Ever since then, I've suffered from low self-esteem, loneliness, and unhappiness. I feel like an outsider, even today.
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As embarrassing as this might be to admit, I still sleep with a blanket — there, I said it, but guess what, according to the March issue of Glamour, I'm not alone! Twenty-seven percent of the women they surveyed owned up to still sleeping with a stuffed animal so now it's your turn to answer the question. Ladies, be honest, do you still sleep with something from your childhood? 
It's a New Year, which means none of us are getting any younger. Sure, it's fun to be an adult, but sometimes having adult responsibilities isn't all it's cracked up to be. I miss living at home rent-free, I miss summer vacations and I miss my mom packing my lunch box everyday.
I've brought boyfriends home in the past to visit my family to see where I grew up, but I have to say that having sex there kind of creeps me out. Number one, I would be mortified if my parents heard us or accidentally walked in. And number two, it just makes me feel weird doing it in my old bedroom, plus I'd be so worried about them catching me that I wouldn't even be able to enjoy myself!
