My family could take almost any questionable childhood event, retell it at dinner, and somehow turn it into a charming anecdote.
Apparently, repetition is not evidence.
That realization eventually became *A Perfectly Normal Childhood (and Other Lies I Tell Myself)*, but now I’m curious about everyone else.
What story did your family tell for years as if it were completely normal—until you repeated it in front of someone outside the family and watched their face change?
Apparently, repetition is not evidence.
That realization eventually became *A Perfectly Normal Childhood (and Other Lies I Tell Myself)*, but now I’m curious about everyone else.
What story did your family tell for years as if it were completely normal—until you repeated it in front of someone outside the family and watched their face change?