Why are psychologists so obsessed with our childhoods?

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The thick grey fog hung eerily in the air. Tall towering shadows leapt from tree to tree. And a loud cackling laugh echoed menacingly in the background.

“Mom! Dad!” frantically yelled the lost little boy as darted down the narrow winding path. His heart was beating so furiously, it felt as if it was going to burst through his chest. His throat was ragged and course from…