Showing posts with label who knows what normal is?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label who knows what normal is?. Show all posts

Who Knows What Normal Is?

"Did you have a normal childhood?" they ask.

You mean was my mother killed in a terrible car crash when I was just 6 so I don't really remember her? 
...No.

You mean did my father abuse me? 
...No.

You mean did I grow up in a country ravaged by war?
 ...No.

You mean did we have to scrabble around for our food and water? 
...No.

You mean did a pseudo religious sect take over our village, kill all the men and rape all the women? 
...No.

You mean did I spend most of my childhood dressed in rags, bitterly cold, hungry and alone? 
...No.

You mean did I see my father be shot in the head by a representative of some 'tin-pot' regime?
...No.

You mean did I grow up not having a family, 
in an institution or on the streets? 
...No.

You mean, 
was I loved? 
...Yes.

Was I warm; fed and happy? ...Yes.

Did I know my place in the world,
my place in the structure of a loving family,
did I have relatives to visit,
wonderful trips away,
holidays? 
...Yes I did.

Did I have a normal childhood?

...who knows what normal is?