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Growing Up Gen X

Some people say their childhood is a blur, but I’m not that lucky. Mine isn’t blurry enough.

These stories are part of the ongoing, uncensored memoir of a certified G1 Gen-X prototype, born in 1965 and aging faster every day, served straight up, from my twisted brain to yours.

Join Childhood Me for every cringe decision, accidental insight and throat-tightening moment of hilarious shame that makes you say, “Tell me you didn’t actually do that” even though, yeah, I sure did.

If your own nostalgia’s tired, take a trip through mine as we unpack the 60s, 70s and 80s, living it all over again in happy-sad stories from a kid who saw too much and remembers it all.

My pain, your gain!