What was your childhood like? How would you desrcibe it?
First paragraph:Early years >> I grew up in a trailer court that my Grandparents owned in the country, a blessing since I was an only child, this gave me lots of playmates. We'd make pud pies, sled ride, catch cray fish & swim in the creek, this one little boy convinced me to steal my moms jewelry & bury it so someday it would be found treasure, we got into some mischief being left alone ....many hikes in the woods getting poison ivy.
Early teens, parents were divorced, I didn't like my step mother....she was major strict, if I even crossed a line with her , I would be grounded a month (no phone, no seeing friends)... My dad had his drinking buddies over & did Hill climbs in the back yard many weekends.
My time with friends was my Happiness...just not close with dad & step Mom at all....they did their thing....I did mine... I just lived there....(My Mom in another state)
I was very independent so long as I listened. I'd spend nights at various friends houses, go to Youth group with another, hang with another family -her Mom was more like the Mom I was missing in my life.... Grandma next door, we had long chats on her country porch swing...about life, love. Only school activity I was ever in was gymnastics in elementary .
A bunch of us swam at the Strip mine up the road, went to the local firehall for rock concerts, rode bikes to a nearby little town to eat at Isleys - I joined 4-H at the horse farm next door , I was always fond of going into the spring house, cupping our hands on a hot summer day & drinking that cool water, 1st kiss by that brother. A lot of sweet memories -even though I had a rough home life.
I've always loved the country.
:iagree: , same here."Wonder Years" neighborhood.
I loved 90% of my childhood.
I can totally relate. I hope you find healing, I did. And, yes I too was determined to break that cycle, I did. Take Care.Unhappy. Even today, I find hard to look at photos of back then. There is hardly any photos of my brother or I smiling. And it breaks my heart to remember that the people that should love you the most, sometimes are the ones who cause you the most pain.
I am determined to break that cycle!
First thing I understood... Work and Golf came before me in my dads eyes. Mom was your typical passive wife, dad was a tyrant. Every chance I got to hang out with friends to smoke pot, surf and play music I did. I'm surprised I turned out how I did. Love my wife and kids so much I would give up my life for them. No questions asked.
Edit points: It would appear the way I describe my childhood above, that I am ungrateful. And, that would not be true. This of course is a painful thread for me. It is not as if I lacked respect for my parents. They were just not there emotionally for me. I understand, both of them had their childhood rooted in the great depression and both had fathers who were alcoholics. My father was also a veteran of both WWII and the Korean war. I saw nothing but emptiness in his eyes. As a child, it hurt to feel and see these things. As I got older I began to understand his own pain and suffering along with my mothers. I was by each of their bedsides when they died, but I will admit I did not cry. I gave them the respect due them and scattered their ashes in the way they requested. I wailed and cried when my sister died and I cling to those memories and continue to be close with both of my brothers. So my childhood was emotionally painful and only recently have begun to heal. Sorry did not mean to jack this thread with my cathartic cry.