Hello again, You should be getting to know me a bit and piece at a time.
Where did I leave off, Oh yeah," that is right about my short term memory. Well let me start with how it all begin, I am talking about me and how my life was as a child. I was raised by my grandparents who raised two other siblings besides me." I was the younger one of the two and with my blonde hair and light skin and don't forget my freckles."
I had skinny legs that looked like grass hoppers and with my small framed body, you could say it all kind of matched."
I was always hyper and getting into stuff, yes stuff like snooping around using my imagination with my grandma's old broom." I would pretend to ride around on it and go away to places, who knows where at the age of eight years old."
Our house was small with white wood and black shutters around the windows." The porch was made of cement and we had big white post that held up the roof." It was a pretty nice house, nothing real fancy, not fancy at all."
Grandma would fix us breakfast in the morning and after we would eat, we all three had chores such as the dishes and making up our beds.
We would all take turns doing each chore, but me I would take one of those cleaning sprees, just like a shopping spree they call it now, except for me I would clean the entire house."
I wanted everything to shine and spotless, it would make me feel proud to look back on the shiny hardwood floors." Grandpa would grin when he see me take those cleaning sprees, he knew it made grandma in a better mood."
Now to get back to the broom stick
that I played with and this is what I done, I would take out some of the straws out of the broom and make myself a straw doll."
I loved all my made up toys or what ever you would call it, but to me it was mine and something I had made and was proud of." We never got any dolls and toys or new clothes, none of us did, we always recieved a free box of clothes.
We were always taught to never made fun or light of anyone who wore hand me down clothes, I thought to myself, hum, that is what we wear, he was just trying to get a point across, I think it was to help us to feel it was fine to wear these handme downs,
Life was pretty good at eight years old and I loved my grandparents, but life with them was just begining."
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