03/05/2018
I remember back when no one freaked out if I fell down. A simple ‘IM OKAY’ following any crash in any part of the house would have my mom go back to whatever she was doing. Yeah, I bruised a lot as a kid. It was normal, given any circumstance that I was a rough-and-tumble kid who had two left feet. My dad would comment about how he should probably put carpeting on the stairs. My sister would either laugh or roll her eyes, or be the cause of the fall. Yaiyia would still coo over me, but roll her eyes at my clumsiness. This was my childhood, in a nutshell:
Touching, right?
But, y'know...looking back...younger me had a lot more leeway in doing whatever she wanted.