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.