Growing up

when I was younger we didn’t have cellphones, game systems or even TVS to keep us busy. “Come home when the street lights turn on” is what my mom would always say to my sister and I. In the summer, from the moment we woke up until at least dinner we were outside playing with our friends, making mud pies or making forts. That was our form of entertainment. We also grew up in a “low income” family or as some like to call it “poor” we had toys dont get me wrong; but they were basic toys, we didn’t mind, we had our imagination and we were happy.

You see, back then my parents were “picture perfect” from the outside, but really in the inside there was a lot of fighting and arguing so I think part of our outside time was to escape from the craziness that filled our home. There were times where my parents could put their differences aside and we would have family gatherings and we would go camping, fishing, hiking, enjoying the lake etc etc. Those were probably some of my best memories as a child.

Shortly after, my sister went to live with her grandparents due to some personal reasons and that’s when things really went down hill. I lost my best friend that day and shortly after that we moved out of state, my dads reasoning at the time was to help their relationship and start fresh somewhere new.

Shortly after moving, my parents split and I then was raised by my dad and grandparents.

Sure, there some really difficult times during this, and actually at one point I remember walking into our kitchen and not finding much left, so I asked my dad “what are we going to eat” and because work was hard to come by in a very small town, my dad just got hired at a new job but yet was paid so I remember clearly him throwing everything we had left into a pot, hamburger, noodles, corn, BBQ Sauce, among other things and I remember it was the best ever. Was it because I was hungry? Or was it actually good? I guess I’ll never know the answer to that.

However during all this I was still able to be a child, you couldn’t keep me inside, nor could you even keep me off my fancy bike that my dad recently bought for me.

Even though I was child, my mind matured really quick, but i also chose to do “kid” stuff. Again it was my escape.

The moral of the story is

The fact that today’s children really feel intitled, with all of their brand new toys and all of their electronics.

Also children really want to be apart of adult business. Is it because they are just nosy? Or are they advancing quicker than what we did? Who knows, but the reality of things is this... your only a child for a little while where you have absolutely no worries and then afterwards.... it’s you against the world.