I live a very normal life. I have friends, and I've always gone to school. The part that's not normal is that I've been working since I was 9 months old, but at the same time, it's completely normal to me.
Yes, I remember the barbed wire and the guard towers and the machine guns, but they became part of my normal landscape. What would be abnormal in normal times became my normality in camp.
I don't have a normal life.
Even in normal life, I'm not the skinniest model.
I do try to live a normal life.
I'm really a normal person.
I don't think anyone has a normal family.
I lead a very boring, normal life.
Everyone thought that things were getting back to normal. They had no idea that normal didn’t exist for me any more. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.
It's normal for a sieve to have holes in it.
An artist is maybe not always having a normal life.
I was a normal kid. I can't explain how normal I was.
My family lives a pretty normal life.
My normal life is like being on holiday.
I didn't really get a normal childhood.
I never thought I was normal, never tried to be normal.
I'm really just a normal person.
I'd be a liar if I said I had a normal family.
I understand that you want “normal” by what you define it, but normal is what you make it. You could spend a lifetime in the house you grew up in and never once feel normal.
I can act normally, and I can go out, but people around you don't act normally. If it was normal, I'd go out and have my dinner and nobody would be video-phoning me eating my dinner.
I'm just trying to get back to normal life.
