If it weren't for two moments in my childhood. I would have never thought of it.

One was when a support teacher kissed me on the cheek because I was teary eyed for some stupid reason. The other was my uncle, he grabbed and hugged me in a family reunion. That was it.

I remember how nice it felt each time. Only years later I realized I remembered fondly these two seemingly trivial moments and that I don't remember any such moments from my parents. I genuinely don't know if it's supposed to be normal or not.