Tag: Childhood

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22. Opening Up To People

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As long as I can remember, I’ve had issues opening up to people. With my first crush, I told my friend and she betrayed that trust by telling him. It took me a long time and only until college before I felt willing enough to even start talking about boys to friends. When I was little, opinions and arguments were considered ‘disobedience’, and I was often beaten for trying to advocate for myself or, in some cases, tell my mom’s boyfriend why I didn’t think he should be around. Even telling facts was off-limits for that segment. In 6th and … Continue reading 22. Opening Up To People

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16. Richard

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Let’s be honest, his name isn’t Richard. (Does anyone know a Richard anymore, anyways? I certainly don’t… Then again, I don’t get out much) I’m calling him Richard ’cause he was a dick. He used to beat my mom, break her valuables when they argued, and I was “disciplined” for things. It’s an odd sensation, being an 8 year old child and knowing you’re being abused, plain and simple. Knowing and watching your mom fear for her own safety when an argument gets out of hand. I’ve seen her and him dance around a table as he’s trying to get … Continue reading 16. Richard

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15. I Hate Peanut Butter

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Don’t stab me, I have my reasons. I used to like peanut butter. I also want you to know that this is a completely random topic I wanted to write about after my reflection #1. It’s 8AM and I’m hungry, so maybe that’s why I’m thinking about food. Anyways, peanut butter. When I was 6 or 7, my mom and I went on a road trip to Missouri to visit my grandparents. The catch was that we went with our neighbors. There was the mom, and the daughter, who was a couple years younger than me. So, the four of … Continue reading 15. I Hate Peanut Butter

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8. School Relationships, Am I Right?

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Look at them; completely oblivious to the reality of relationships. I wish I could join them in bliss. – Anonymous There’re all kinds of relationships, and I’ll probably touch base on them several times in later posts. For now, we’re gonna talk about looooove. Not really, this one’s about my relationships in high school. 4 unrelated specimens, and one familial specimen. I’ve loved few people, few have loved me. Some have loved me, and I have not loved them. Some I once loved, and no longer do. Others I love or once loved, and they did not or no longer … Continue reading 8. School Relationships, Am I Right?

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7. Teachers

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I went to preschool, and I remember a few things, like going on a field trip to a farm, and forgetting my swimsuit when we had a pool party at school. I also refused to take naps but somehow ended up waking up. In kindergarten, my teacher’s name was Mrs. Hayhurst. Her hair was blond, and I loved her. I remember going to show and tell and I don’t remember what I brought, but some other kid brought in a rattlesnake rattle and it was one of the coolest things I had ever seen. We took pictures of our garden … Continue reading 7. Teachers