Being Human II

There was dance and gymnastics classes in that time  - and my "raggie"  (An old shirt of my dad's that I would cling to - like Linus from "Charlie Brown").  I remember a doughnut shop as well as a Denny's across the main street that we would eat at as a family all of the time.  And a tiny Mexican restaurant that made the biggest burritos - my dad couldn't finish one, and THAT was saying something.
I remember most the many, many fights - the hurt and pain that my parents hurled around like the thunderbolts of Zeus, as if they were Gods; in which they would accuse each other of being human, as if we could be anything else.