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on_holy_groundDarius sat looking at the question on the screen of the laptop, frowning slightly in thought. He could remember very little in his childhood that would be considered funny by any standards. As soon as he was old enough to contribute to the tribe he had done so, with very little time for play. Even when there had been extra time, he had been far more interested in practicing with the various weapons of the tribe than he had been with doing anything else. Even at a young age he had known what he was going to be doing with his life, or so he had thought at the time.
However, to be perfectly honest with himself, there was really very little of his childhood that he even remembered with any clarity at all. There were scattered bits and pieces that sometimes flashed in his mind, but nothing out of those brief glimpses was even remotely funny. Therefore, that is what his answer would have to be.
"I am afraid that I simply do not remember enough of my childhood to answer this question."
However, to be perfectly honest with himself, there was really very little of his childhood that he even remembered with any clarity at all. There were scattered bits and pieces that sometimes flashed in his mind, but nothing out of those brief glimpses was even remotely funny. Therefore, that is what his answer would have to be.
"I am afraid that I simply do not remember enough of my childhood to answer this question."
