old stuff no. 6

In my family, 90% of the time you could not take what people said to you to heart. Or else become a diagnosed psychotic by the age of seven. Growing up in family of nine, sometimes you said things to each other that perhaps you didn’t mean, that perhaps you were just crying out for attention to get the much needed love that growing children so desperately need, and perhaps locking your little sister in the closet for 30 minutes is the best way to do it. Perhaps.
Although I enjoyed my childhood, I won’t say that it was perfect. We dealt with it perfectly, I do believe. Even with some terrible hands of fate that were thrown, we survived. And continue to, I hope. But pardon me, dear reader, allow me to introduce you to the family:

Crazy thyroid, fluid brain, broken neck, lips, one sized foot, crooked spine and extra bone. Yep, that’s the seven of us. And the 2 parents. A perfectly de-normalized American family.