My childhood wasn't the worst, but I remember my mother as not being a loving mother (besides being very strict). On the other hand, my mother seems to remember my childhood as being quite happy . Every once in a while, we'll talk about things from my youth and I'll say how awful I felt, or how mean I think she was, and she looks at me like I have two heads. People always say that you'll understand when you have children. But, now that I am a mother, I still don't understand. I feel like I show DD how much I love and cherish her every day! That being said, I wonder how she'll feel about her childhood when she grows up Anybody else have different memories than their parents?