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A Brief Look At My Childhood

A Brief Look At My Childhood

One day it was plain to see why our family moved from Everett. We had a nice apartment on Adams Street, it was ok. I was eight years old in 1993, a lot happened in the world, but that’s not important. What was important was my dad had been gone for three years now and me and mom were struggling. Sure the apartment was nice and all, but it was shabby and the night time parties my mom would throw could not support the fifteen to twenty people that stuffed into it like sardines in a tin. I was not thrilled that at night time I’d have the hardest time getting to sleep and then be forced out at quarter-of-six in the morning. What was even more lame is the fact that I waited at the bus stop twenty minutes, when to me at eight, that’s ten minutes more of sleep I should be getting. As Wideman said, “Nothing like that was possible on the other side.” (700) To me that meant that even though there were many things I did not like in my life, or thought was different than other kids my age, it was not comparable as a lot of kids my age dealt with and went through similar things.
I sometimes wonder why I had a lot of friends in elementary school. I mean don’t get me wrong it was nice, but I was not always the friendliest person alive. I had a lot of angst, angst I realized when I was older was normal eight year old things to be concerned about and stress about. I came off as rude and not someone who thought before he spoke. Kids still liked me and wanted to be my friend. I don’t take much time to look back on that time in my life, for some reason I still believe that it was not like other kids. It must be important to me if I have such strong feelings. However one of the things that I have realized as time has gone on it was not who I was friends with, it was where I lived. Biddeford, Maine certainly is a place where it is overpopulated and crowded. It was once a small mill town that never thought in a million years it would eventually end up...