[It wasn't necessarily bad memories, just... things he did not want to dwell on that never quite went away, especially when the nightmares manifested.
He reached back beyond those though, to a time that wasn't exactly good, but much better, back when his family - his mother, his father, his siblings- had been alive. They had not been rich by any means. They were impoverished by Western cultural standards, but... he supposed it had been good enough, maybe.]
I think my siblings and I played with a soccer ball we got from somewhere. I remember kicking it around.