Figuring out what’s real can be tricky, especially as kids, when we see the world through a limited lens. As we grow up, those memories resurface—only now we see the truths we missed.When I was 7, I used to walk my blind grandpa home. I never knew he couldn’t see me—he’d touch my face to imagine how I looked. I only realized after he passed. He was gentle, always singing, always offering grape juice. I wish I’d known, so I could’ve cared for him better.

I once swore grandma’s mashed potatoes were better than mom’s. Turns out, her “secret recipe” was instant mix.A friend stole my invisible pen, and I didn’t realize it until years later. Another friend took $40 from my mom’s dresser—and bought me a yo-yo with it. I only connected the dots long after.

When my turtle died, my mom replaced it with a rock, telling me turtles turn into rocks to live forever. I believed it… for five years.Some truths sting more. My dad used my little sister to flirt with his secretary—he was having an affair. I also found out the man I called “Dad” wasn’t my biological father. They told me my last name got “switched” in school. I believed that, too.Childhood hides more than we think. Truth waits—sometimes years—to be understood.