Childhood memories

I don't remember much of my childhood...at least not from the seasons of fall, winter, and spring. I remember my summers vividly. I have one first memory of as a child, but I'm not going to share that one as it is inappropriate. The rest of my childhood memories consist of swinging on swing set, waiting for my friends to arrive for my 6th birthday party, and going camping all summer, every summer, until the unfortunate death of my grandfather the day before my birthday in 1996. I remember those camping memories so vividly. Mom and dad would go to work and I got to stay with my Grandparents all day, everyday. Grama cooked me and my sister whatever we wanted for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She spoiled us. I can't seem to remember much of my childhood except for the camping. I do however, remember my teenage years, after Grampa died and the camping stopped. They sucked, right up until October of 1996, they sucked. Up until that time, walking on eggshells was part of my daily routine; so much a part of it, that sometimes I didn't even realize I was doing it. Even so...the most vivid and happy memories I have are those of camping and spending the entire summer days with Grama and Grampa. Cancer took that away from me. Fuck you Cancer.