I'm Scared to Write About My Childhood
I don't know why.
Nothing bad happened.
I mean, I was constantly told that I was inherently sinful and going to hell unless I repented and asked Jesus into my heart.
When I cried my brothers told me to shut up.
When I tried to make friends kids would laugh at me and tell me I was ugly.
But it was all fine.
I snuck up on those kids who told me I was ugly in my family's Chevy van and ran over them. It wasn't a big deal, just some broken bones.
I did get in trouble for taking the family van even though--I was just twelve.
But no one died.
I don't know what I'd write about my childhood.
It was all pretty normal.