tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160205918413390703.post6708977746449204768..comments2023-10-26T01:54:10.741-07:00Comments on Original Thoughts: Fuzzy Memorieswillowchronicleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10082845715236950311noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160205918413390703.post-32517973885538258892009-05-07T10:13:00.000-07:002009-05-07T10:13:00.000-07:00I have mixed emotions about my childhood.
On one h...I have mixed emotions about my childhood.<br />On one hand, you could say I had a perfect childhood with loving, supportive, and stable parents. I had all 4 grandparents until I was 9 ( which isn't very common, and they lived within 5 minutes of us) <br />My mom stayed at with us, and agreed to nearly any activity we could dream up. Bike rides, walks, baseball, water fights, board games, you name it. She was always ready and willing to spend time with us.<br />My dad was just as great. When he was home from work he'd be playing with us. He'd bring home our favorite candies once in a while, teach us to play poker, or playing H-O-R-S-E in the backyard.<br />When I was little, I looked up to my 2 older brothers. I thought we were friends... we played, we joked, we had so much fun discovering things together. As they got older and went to school and made friends I was less and less their friend and more and more their object of torture and torment. I don't think anyone emotionally scarred me as much as those two. The teasing, the hitting, the harassment, and near torture. There are too many instances to mention when I thought they'd literally kill me or I'd just die of hurt feelings or ambarrassment in front of the neighborhood kids or their friends. <br /><br />Aside from the "picture perfect" part of my childhood... my family was so fundamentally fucked up. There was never any talks of feelings, no encouraging or uplifting words. Tearing eachother down seemed to be our forte.<br />Everyone that wasn't like us was wrong and going to hell (yes the democrats too haha) <br />If you didn't believe what we believed you were bad. <br />Its a true wonder and miracle that I turned out half as "normal" as I did.<br />I think personality and personal interpretation of events and emotions are some of God's most beautiful creations. I'm thankful I had the proxy to stand up and say that I am who I am regardless of my family. I love them all deeply, but I do not now, nor will I ever identify with them.<br /><br />Thank you for this post. I enjoyed it. (Haha democrats going to hell, that's great)willowchronicleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10082845715236950311noreply@blogger.com