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I’m sure at least some people will be able to relate to this. My childhood was odd. At the time, I couldn’t see that there was anything wrong with it. I couldn’t understand it when things happened that weren’t normal. I went to school, had friends, and played games like any other kid. I had loving parents and an annoying sister, just like many other kids my age did. My grandparents, aunts and uncles would often visit. I didn’t like when my grandmother came. She was a strict woman and honestly