Growing up as a little girl, I really used to think I was the kid that had a pretty good family. More like the best functional one….. at first..only to realize we’re not.
It started, probably when I was in third grade class with this young girl Estella. She was hispanic, and we would just laugh about silly stuff. But then that’s all I remember. It is bits and pieces of my childhood. I used to be a little angry kid, that I would pick on a girl, like a little bully. We’ll call her Kate. She was blond that I kind of pushed around and as a result, she was afraid of me. That’s definitely not a way to make friends as a kid. I eventually outgrew bullying. Then there was Jackie. She was Filipino, and very soft spoken. I think I wanted to be like her because I hung out with her and she was teaching me to be more compassionate, courteous and a polite kid. These times were little mini childhood friendships. My school was a cultured environment, so I had a different mixture of acquaintances that I hung out with. So that was good. My brothers and I used to walk to school together every day and passed by a mini version of what I would call a Syndicate since a lot of the street corners were black, hispanic or filipino families on each block while walking to school. One of the families would show up a front of bullying but it was all bark and no bite. And the elementary and high schools were within proximity, so close to our house, just around the corner every two blocks. My teachers were ok, but all I can remember is coming home at the end of the school day and rarely seeing my parents together under one roof. I had four biological brothers while I was the only girl. They were always close as sibling brothers and played football in the front yard. While, at first, I was playing with barbie dolls until I was thirteen, if I remember right, but only vague distant memory . My brothers always included me playing football as I was the only girl and I wanted to play. That’s why I grew up as a tomboy.
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