Childhood Memories

21. When I was a child, I was extremely shy. I was known as that kid in the class who didn’t say much, but somehow I still managed to keep a large number of friends. I never spoke unless spoken to first and I never ever broke any rule that was set. I was what a lot of people would call the ‘teacher’s pet.’ And this didn’t have anything to do with me kissing up to the teacher, I would just simply always get picked to do the ‘special’ little errands kids like to do so that they can get out of class. Thankfully, I am no longer known as the teacher’s pet, and can actually hold a conversation with someone now. From a child to now, I would have to say that my personality has definitely done a complete 180. I didn’t really stop being shy until my sophomore year in highschool when I got my first job (which I still have.) I also now have my own opinions instead of mirroring the opinions of my brother and parents.

22. When I was a little kid, my opinion of my parents was one that could be compared to peasants worshipping their king. I had the pretty normal standpoint of thinking my parents were absolute perfection and knew everything in the world and never did anything wrong in their lives. Now that I am older, that is definitely not my opinion of my parents anymore. I’ve come to realize that my parents are just ordinary people, with issues and mistakes of their own just like everyone else. I have also come to realize which parts of my personality come from my dad, and which parts come from my mom; which is a very fascinating realization. There are certain aspects about both of my parents that I am now aware of that have made a shift in my view of my parents, but I still wouldn’t trade them for any other set of parents either.

26. The house I grew up in as a child was not perfect, but I wouldn’t change it even if I was given the chance to. I lived with only my dad and brother for about six years and I loved every minute of it. We lived in a townhouse, which was two stories with three bedrooms; so it worked out perfectly for the three of us. We were only home for about half the time anyways, my brother and I were always playing sports with our dad pretty much always coaching, and if we weren’t at a tournament or game we were outside playing with the neighborhood kids. Life then was great, my dad is an amazing cook and would make a home cooked meal almost every night, and if he didn’t cook we either went out to eat or would order pizza. Even though my brother and I had tons of friends, we never had anyone over, we always just went over to the other person’s place and I don’t know exactly why it was always that way, but I didn’t care.