My Life The Way I see It

The Young Years.

  Everyone has a different childhood, some bad, and some good but it all adds up to who you are today. Our childhood was hard, not because my sister and I were being raised without a father, but the fact that we were growing up in a small town, about a mile wide by a mile long, a desert home to about 750 residents. The majority of the population was Hispanic, including us there was about 4 white families within the whole town. 

Every year right around the time school began, my sister and I made a fuss of going back to school, mostly because we were the only white kid in our class, which we got picked on a lot for.  My sister dreaded school, pretty much straight "F's" all the way through elementary.  I however loved school, my most favorite thing to do was read, on the play ground, during free time, during class, even though that not what I was supposed to be doing, but you get the idea. Reading was my escape from the bullying. Eventually, I was reading everywhere to the point my mom had to sit me in time out away from any books that were more than 10 feet away, that way she'd see me running to grab one, that if I had tried. It became a problem, but I still continued to enjoy my escape. Until, I met him. My perfect first crush.