Did you ever wonder how your life would have turned out if you had not been” gifted” with a troubled childhood ?
I have probably given this more thought than it deserves. Photography has helped. There is visible evidence of my descent into my own depths.
Mostly in black and white, pictures reflect the before and the after. The “before” showing carefree smiles of a well-dressed, well groomed and lovingly maintained child at play are in such contrast to the “after”; a severe, frowning, messy child struggling to make eye contact with the camera lens.
It was just so apparent.
What if that “before” image was allowed to progress, to continue on a path of happiness, encouragement, emotional support ? to proceed in love instead of fear ? to experience belonging instead of abandonment ?
Would I have become more socially adept? Would I have turned to people, instead of to words and books and music ? Would I have physically thrived, instead of being stunted in growth?
Maybe I’d have been quicker to accept love in my life, instead of pushing folks away before they had the chance to reject me.
I most likely would never have been a writer. Even Ernest Hemingway has been known to say:
“What is the best early training for a writer? An unhappy childhood.”
Still, I have to wonder.