Attempting to Answer a Grown Son

So vivid are my early memories,
I trust my recollections till age 8,
when time was passing slowly and no squeeze
of adolescent pressure, blooming, weight,
distracted my attention. Then the freight
amounting blunted sight with addled stress.
My teens and ever after I conflate.
Your question will need research to address.


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