Jan 24
4 min read
I Grew up in a House With No Music
As traumatic childhoods go, this story doesn't rank in the top million or even billion. There's no violence, no emotional abuse, and no neglect to be found here. The title is not a metaphor for something darker, just a statement of fact without a hidden agenda — in the house I grew up in, there was no music played.
By music, I mean incidental music. There was no breakfast radio playing as we got ready…
