Was I a normal kid?

Last night I told my husband about the secret chant from childhood. I'm not sure why I told him. But for some reason, it made me feel better. I guess I just wanted him to have more information. I even asked him to tell me what normal kids do... I'm trying, I guess, to find out if I was normal or not (why? dont know)... I dont know why I ask such silly questions...
do normal kids stick pins in their fingers?
do normal kids cut?
do normal kids make up secret names for theMissylves so they can be someone else?
do normal kids hide in closets because they're scared?
do normal kids disappear inside theMissylves?

sometimes my husband doesnt know what to do with me and my questions, i think.

Posted by pilgrim | Filed under: The Bad Days