Here is my poem to answer your question.
"My Childhood"
My childhood
ridicule like barbed wire
how did the children know this word
contaminated
this word contaminated
they threw at me like a volleyball back and forth
they didn’t drop the ball
contaminated the word holds
some memories are never forgotten
would this break you, reader
That’s how I learned the power of words,
the holiness of each word
each word like a statue
each word like a holy pagan god
that’s how I know the acidity of each word
the science of brute force
the torture of ridicule
the graphic design of those childish pagan gods
Were those children my pagan gods
Dredging up these memories from the sea beds
from the mud oozing between my toes
Contaminated heard in the classroom, playground,
the street where I lived, in the elevator going home,
this word followed me wherever I went
how would you bear it, reader
No whispers, no shame
the word said out loud
without barriers
with pointed fingers
with proud laughter
how would you suffer, reader
They accused
I stand falsely accused
like Piggy in the Lord of the Flies
Now and forever the eternal outcast
Now and forever absolved from fitting in anywhere
With brute force I write these words
2007-10-11 00:46:54
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answer #1
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answered by happy inside 6
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It was a mixed childhood, at times very difficult but sometimes very happy. The most important thing is to learn from your childhood though. I learnt from my childhood that I am an intense/passionate/emotional person. There are some great things about being that kinda person but it's hard/exhausting to be like that too. Therefore in my adulthood, I tried to loosen up/relax, let the little things give me pleasure and give myself a break...
2007-10-11 06:33:19
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answered by Missy N 2
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At home it was pretty good though mum and dad were really strict and as the only girl I wasn't allowed to go places like the youth club in case I met with 'nasty' people. When they finally did let me go I had to be taken and picked up really early. It was so embarassing I stopped going. They never said 'I love you' but there were lots of cuddles and smiles and I've always said you need to SEE I love you - not hear it. And I did for sure. I've been less strict with my kids.
My dad died a few years ago but mum's still going strong. And she's still very much a mum. Wants to know how you're doing, can she help with anything, and I'm 40 now and she'll still try and grab for my hand to cross the road! They were/are very devoted parents and were always there for us no matter what.
I had a happy if somewhat stifled childhood at home though was bullied mercilessly at school. We weren't allowed to fight or argue at home so that didn't give me the 'tools' to stand my ground when someone picked on me but since I've left home I've grown some b*lls and refuse to be bullied. On the positive side that strict upbringing did us all in good stead - none of us have had trouble with the law or anything like that. I've always thought me and my brothers were front of the queue when parents were being dished out and I'm very grateful to them for many things.
2007-10-11 04:11:42
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answered by Anonymous
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I had a ROUGH childhood. I got the sht kicked outta me all the time by my pops- he loved to find reasons or make them up. But so what- I took my beatings and survived them. I learned how NOT to be a parent from him.
But I had my fun too- it didnt balance out but that just made me appreciate it all the more. So, good and bad- just like everyone else. Nobody has had it all one way or the other. Some have had better some have had worse- but that's just how it is.
2007-10-11 02:53:17
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answered by Anonymous
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Oh my childhood was so messed up. Never had any encouragement from my mum. Anyway, that said, life is what we make it and now i have a better life than ever, despite my childhood. You learn from your childhood, and build a positive future. That's just life for me and I'm enjoying it.
2007-10-11 02:49:40
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answered by Mum-Ra 5
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it was great until my Dad died when I was 8 and my brother was 3, Our Mom did a very good job of keeping the family together. We both turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. I'm 45 and have been married for 22 years, with 3 children, my family and my brother and his family and Mom are planning a cruise in June 2008. I guess we are ok.
2007-10-11 02:54:07
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answered by Anonymous
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Like most things in life it rather depends who i compare myself to. Against somebody who had a alcoholic mother and was repeatedly raped and beaten by a violent father i got off quite lightly. Conversely it didn't look to good measuring up to the Waltons. On the whole i was very lucky, which is a pity really, as i have to take full responsibility for my bad behaviour
2007-10-11 05:04:01
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answered by KRITHIA W 2
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I had a great childhood. The youngest child of 4, and the only daughter, so I was a little bit spoilt..................... my parents were poor, but we were all very well looked after.
I'm 48 now, with grown-up sons, but still miss my parents, especially my Mum.
2007-10-11 03:28:09
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answered by shutyerfaceup 5
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for me i can say i had a good childhood but it was bad for me in my later years in turn is good for me, u know what i mean.
2007-10-11 03:30:27
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answered by Anonymous
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There were some good times, but my childhood was mostly not very pleasant. Disfunctional family, okay financially but emotionally impoverished.
2007-10-11 03:06:48
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answered by Catkin 7
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