I was a child for years but I only remember moments.

I remember see-saws and slides and fighting for swings.

I remember being afraid to swing too high for fear I’d break my neck after being catapulted into the air due to my weak grip.

I remember my first crush, that rush of mingled excitement and shyness felt in reaction to someone else. 

The things I do remember are dwarfed by the things I don’t. I wonder if that’s an injustice. 

Memories overload our minds, so our minds have no choice but to expunge memories to make way for new ones.

Yes, childhood is fleeting. As fleeting as memories.