Comparatively speaking, my childhood was downright Beaver-y. However, now that I'm out on my own and living ghetto-fab, I am experiencing childhood through a different pair of eyes.
The only ones who had parents who were home all the time
...on my block, everyone's parents are home all the time because work is a foreign concept to the denizens of the crack-belt. In fact, I'm almost certain that my sister and I are the only ones in our building who are employed.
At least once per week, the bloated piece of shit who lives next door to us tells her seven year old daughter that she's ruining her life. In response, the seven year old sobs for hours in her room about wishing she were dead. The Snowbirds were in town this week, and the youngen got a really good look at them... From her bedroom window (which is swathed in an old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sheet, btw, which she isn't even old enough to remember).
I'm rambling, now, but I obviously feel your pain/rage. Painful rage?
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Date: 2006-05-19 06:58 pm (UTC)The only ones who had parents who were home all the time
...on my block, everyone's parents are home all the time because work is a foreign concept to the denizens of the crack-belt. In fact, I'm almost certain that my sister and I are the only ones in our building who are employed.
At least once per week, the bloated piece of shit who lives next door to us tells her seven year old daughter that she's ruining her life. In response, the seven year old sobs for hours in her room about wishing she were dead. The Snowbirds were in town this week, and the youngen got a really good look at them... From her bedroom window (which is swathed in an old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sheet, btw, which she isn't even old enough to remember).
I'm rambling, now, but I obviously feel your pain/rage. Painful rage?