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Growing up

CH.4

How would most of you describe your childhood? Would you say that you were friendly to everybody because you had no reason not to be? Would you say that the only reason why you were friends with someone because they shared a pack of teddy grams or goldfish?Would you say that you had tons of good memories with family and friends? 

I think the best memory of mines would be waking up on Saturday morning and watching the best cartoons. Or maybe it was trying to stay up late at sleep over; thinking that 8 O' clock was late back then. 

Those could be the best memories from my childhood. Or maybe the best memory was being alone and getting lost in my books for hours? Or it could be when my family would go on a vacation together and act like we were a family when we really wasn't? The happy fucking memory of my life could have been when I at least seemed normal. When I family seemed normal, When my thoughts and my mind were normal? Maybe just maybe but I will never know, to many to choose from. 

 I lived on a small block but at the time it was big to a 5 year old at least. I had tons of friends on my block and in my school. Now that I think by to that time. I guess you can sort a can me the 'it' girl on that block. Now, I'm not saying that to be snobby or anything but I really do believe that I was the 'It' girl. Without noticing we split the block up like gangs. There was the top of the block then there was a bottom of the block. I lived at the bottom but had family friends that lived at the top so I hanged out with them to. 

I hanged out with my friends at the bottom of the block one day but then the next I would hang out with my friends at the top of the block. The only reason why I would say that i'm the 'it' girl would be because when my parents; who ruins everything good thing in my life. Got into this argument and decided to get a divorce. Everything on the block and everyone was starting to fall apart. 

Then, of course I went my mother to live with my mother in another state. I met new friends and had a fresh start. At the time I wanted to live with my father, so every break from school I got, I went to my father house. 

Every time I would go back, something would be different or something would change. My best friend would hang out with the wrong crowd, my other friends wouldn't be talking and another time I went down; some of my friends broke off and haven't been talking for months. I not trying to be snobby but I think its weird that once I left everything started to fall apart. 

When I did live on the block I was always like a peacemaker between everybody so I guess when I left nobody had a peacemaker anymore. There you have it, this was my childhood, I grew up innocence and pure. I lived the first couple years of my life not knowing the real world, not knowing real feelings, not knowing how my mind really is.

 I never learned how to control it, but that's for another story.

                                                                          ~So for now, peace out girl scouts 

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