I am re-reading the above phrase, ” What we thought was normal” and maybe when my brother was younger he did but I think there were times when he knew it wasn’t and then simply didn’t know what to do or stop himself or my father or the drinking and drugs and I believe that was the same for me. In the 1960’s there were next to no options.
My earliest Memories.
Dancing the ” Twist” for party friends my parents had in England
The Swing.
Walking around the Garden with an umbrella.
a swinging light from above
and my father , brother and myself down stairs
in a basement.
my brother touching me while my father shows him and talks to him.
stubbing my toe on my toy.
my brother putting me in a closet
while I cry and bang on the inside of the closet door.
giving sugar cubes to horses.
sucking on a sweet orange with a sugar cube stuffed in the middle.
sitting on my grandfathers knee
” jiggedy jigg”