But both girl and boy were glad
‘Cause one kid had it worse than that.
Lyrics from a song, Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Crash Test Dummies.
They weren’t glad though. Kids are not glad at other kids pain, their prison, their oppression.
See folks, Toby Grave, it didn’t matter what was happening in my home, the homes of many friends, the absence of Paul’s parents, nothing at all compared to what was happening within the walls of the house that was Grave.
12 or so kids in the primary school class, 12 or so kids that lived their whole lives together, 12 or so kids who extended the familes of one other by 11. We were a family, Alvie Primary School was the best of the best families. A family which Toby Grave was forbidden to participate in.
He was not allowed to play sport, not even lunch time football and cricket with his brothers and sisters.
Birthday parties, weekend sport, Christmas, Easter, school camps, holidays together, hide and seek in the farmer’s hay sheds, chilling out at the top of big trees watching the world from the top of the world. All of us there together, all of us with the exception of Toby Grave.
Occasionally, very occasionally, we could visit Toby and Toby could visit us, once per year at our place and once per year at his house, the terms of visitation were very strict.
Yeah, buddies, one kid had it worse than all of my that, a hell, a prison, an oppressive fortress which stopped that kid from experiencing any version of being a kid. Fuck you broke my heart Toby Grave, still do buddy, because I love you with the whole thing and despise what your radical religous cunts of parents entirely took from you.
My Dad, he took most of it but not all of it, yeah, one kid had it much fucking worse that that, one kid never ever had any understanding of any heading or subtitle that is child.
Fuck what you stole from my good mate Jehovah’s Witness cunts, all religous cunts and what you do to your kids, my mates, yeah this topic is personal from the start of my starting. Jehovah’s Witness folk I despise you from the being of my being’s being.
Let’s continue to talk you religion.