Family Values
theVerbToTrust
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or: Normal Life
Fact is, I never learned to tie my shoes.
But I got darn good at making it seem like I could.
"Great buddy, you did it!"
No my brother, you clearly did all the work there, rabbit ears, loop-de-loop and all.
But I can take all the credit if that's what childhood innocence is all about.
Is that how I will get through school?
I am sure mom and dad will be ecstatic to learn what I did.
They are in the den again right?
How come I have never seen "Uncle Jack" when they talk about him so much?
He doesn't send me a birthday card...
My math isn't too sharp either.
No, I was too busy looking for ways to hurt myself.
Just need a little attention from my folks.
I think they are embarrassed.
Won't even take me to doctor "so and so" anymore.
That's fine, I saw through his act anyway.
When you are a kid, "psychoanalyze" isn't the word.
They just want to talk about your feelings; pretend you are all that matters to them right now.
Maybe ask if daddy touched you in "private places".
No, Mr. Poofy the hamster did not cause me emotional trauma when he died.
No, I don't know how he got access to 4 Tylenol.
I am sure he just had a monster hangover from being fed rubbing alcohol.
That one time when I rode my bike off of the roof...
How would I get my bike up there?
They thought it was the ladder.
Father was taking another break from cleaning the gutters.
His methods are... deliberate.
But seriously, how would an 8 year old carry his bike up a ladder?
You didn't see me walking through the house with the bike.
You must have been talking to Uncle Jack...
Come on, what good are windows overlooking the roof if you don't utilize them?
I'm resourceful. You become that way after years of doing things for yourself.
So I climbed out there and shuffled up to the top.
Ah, I see that the other dads are taking breaks too.
That lawnmower would look tempting to some kid with a curiosity problem.
Good thing I have impulse control.
Well, this bike isn't going to ride itself off.
This is nice, don't even have to pedal.
Hey, dad you missed a spot...
White room... hospital.
Surely that got their attention.
Hmm, no one here.
They must be getting something to eat.
Door is opening.
"Hey brother, where's mom and dad?"
"They had to finish the housework."
Of course they did...
They will tell the neighbors I'm just a typical reckless boy.
When really the snake told me it would be fun.
But who would believe that my ball python talks to me?
It would be clear how convincing he is if they would just listen.
He is quite sssavvy, even compared to other snakes who watch the news.
All I'm saying is that pets can provide some striking insight.
Needless to say I lost my biking privileges...
They bolted that window shut too.
All I can do now is look out of it.
Gutters still aren't finished.
It's kind of ironic...
For years, the solution for anything was a mechanical answer, "go watch TV".
We love you so much that we are going to let Danny Tanner be your father... and mother.
Uncle Jessie isn't a real uncle either...
Again the solution is watch TV, but this time it's because both my legs are broken.
I let go of the bike as soon as I was in the air.
Thought of the bike seat and decided to land on my feet instead of breaking the fall with my groin.
Yes, 8 year olds give consideration to their groin.
You know that is a special area at a very early age.
At breakfast I had my very own personal chef.
His name was Kellogg's.
He was always ready when I sat down no matter what time it was.
Mom gave him a hand by setting him on the table.
I always figured that Dad was psychic.
He seemed to get all the conversation he needed without even glancing at me.
I do remember one talk we had that was unusually long though...
He said "Newspapers are for Dad's", and I said "Ok".
He must have been an important businessman.
There was always a different lady leaving his study when mom wasn't home.
Must have been all his secretaries...
I think mom was pretty important in the professional world too.
She came home early to get the mail a couple times a week.
The mailman went upstairs with her for about half an hour every time.
He must have been giving her top secret packages.
I never really learned how to talk to girls either.
They always laughed and ran away because of my casts and bandages.
Dr. So and So said that they would grow out of it.
Girls are so immature.
Dr. So and So said that I was probably just trying to find my place in the world.
I guess that is one of the stages of adolescence.
Dr. So and So said that my parents were probably just very busy people.
I guess I won't understand until I grow up.
Dr. So and So said that these pills will help me feel better.
I guess I have a pretty normal life.
Fact is, I never learned to tie my shoes.
But I got darn good at making it seem like I could.
"Great buddy, you did it!"
No my brother, you clearly did all the work there, rabbit ears, loop-de-loop and all.
But I can take all the credit if that's what childhood innocence is all about.
Is that how I will get through school?
I am sure mom and dad will be ecstatic to learn what I did.
They are in the den again right?
How come I have never seen "Uncle Jack" when they talk about him so much?
He doesn't send me a birthday card...
My math isn't too sharp either.
No, I was too busy looking for ways to hurt myself.
Just need a little attention from my folks.
I think they are embarrassed.
Won't even take me to doctor "so and so" anymore.
That's fine, I saw through his act anyway.
When you are a kid, "psychoanalyze" isn't the word.
They just want to talk about your feelings; pretend you are all that matters to them right now.
Maybe ask if daddy touched you in "private places".
No, Mr. Poofy the hamster did not cause me emotional trauma when he died.
No, I don't know how he got access to 4 Tylenol.
I am sure he just had a monster hangover from being fed rubbing alcohol.
That one time when I rode my bike off of the roof...
How would I get my bike up there?
They thought it was the ladder.
Father was taking another break from cleaning the gutters.
His methods are... deliberate.
But seriously, how would an 8 year old carry his bike up a ladder?
You didn't see me walking through the house with the bike.
You must have been talking to Uncle Jack...
Come on, what good are windows overlooking the roof if you don't utilize them?
I'm resourceful. You become that way after years of doing things for yourself.
So I climbed out there and shuffled up to the top.
Ah, I see that the other dads are taking breaks too.
That lawnmower would look tempting to some kid with a curiosity problem.
Good thing I have impulse control.
Well, this bike isn't going to ride itself off.
This is nice, don't even have to pedal.
Hey, dad you missed a spot...
White room... hospital.
Surely that got their attention.
Hmm, no one here.
They must be getting something to eat.
Door is opening.
"Hey brother, where's mom and dad?"
"They had to finish the housework."
Of course they did...
They will tell the neighbors I'm just a typical reckless boy.
When really the snake told me it would be fun.
But who would believe that my ball python talks to me?
It would be clear how convincing he is if they would just listen.
He is quite sssavvy, even compared to other snakes who watch the news.
All I'm saying is that pets can provide some striking insight.
Needless to say I lost my biking privileges...
They bolted that window shut too.
All I can do now is look out of it.
Gutters still aren't finished.
It's kind of ironic...
For years, the solution for anything was a mechanical answer, "go watch TV".
We love you so much that we are going to let Danny Tanner be your father... and mother.
Uncle Jessie isn't a real uncle either...
Again the solution is watch TV, but this time it's because both my legs are broken.
I let go of the bike as soon as I was in the air.
Thought of the bike seat and decided to land on my feet instead of breaking the fall with my groin.
Yes, 8 year olds give consideration to their groin.
You know that is a special area at a very early age.
At breakfast I had my very own personal chef.
His name was Kellogg's.
He was always ready when I sat down no matter what time it was.
Mom gave him a hand by setting him on the table.
I always figured that Dad was psychic.
He seemed to get all the conversation he needed without even glancing at me.
I do remember one talk we had that was unusually long though...
He said "Newspapers are for Dad's", and I said "Ok".
He must have been an important businessman.
There was always a different lady leaving his study when mom wasn't home.
Must have been all his secretaries...
I think mom was pretty important in the professional world too.
She came home early to get the mail a couple times a week.
The mailman went upstairs with her for about half an hour every time.
He must have been giving her top secret packages.
I never really learned how to talk to girls either.
They always laughed and ran away because of my casts and bandages.
Dr. So and So said that they would grow out of it.
Girls are so immature.
Dr. So and So said that I was probably just trying to find my place in the world.
I guess that is one of the stages of adolescence.
Dr. So and So said that my parents were probably just very busy people.
I guess I won't understand until I grow up.
Dr. So and So said that these pills will help me feel better.
I guess I have a pretty normal life.
i wish i was the verb "to trust" and never let you down
tremorvoid - "id rather you smashed your member into me instead"
tremorvoid - "id rather you smashed your member into me instead"
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Comments
...thanks for writing...
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Your uses of imagery, thought processes, dialogue, and wording all work together to make this a really effective piece (hey look, I spelled it right!!
The building blocks you used to write this piece of writing were carefully crafted to make this writing special.
I really enjoyed reading this. I could picture a little boy of maybe eight doing all of these things. I could picture every small detail in my head, which some authors even have trouble with... I can't identify with a lot of this... my childhood was very different. And maybe this piece isn't even reflective of your own childhood... BUT... no matter what...
it is a reality of this world. You captured it well.
Thanks for sharing this with me. I really enjoyed it.
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