Growing up, I lived in a house on the north side of Columbus, Ohio. With one floor, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms, the house was filled to the brim with my five person family. As a little girl, I didn’t mind the smallness of everything; to me, our home was just cozy. From kindergarten to eighth grade, I went to a school where everyone had the same kind of house as me. Everything I grew up with seemed like the norm because, up until that point, I hadn’t known any different. My family had two cars back then: the family van and the junky jeep. We had old tv’s which stuck out from the back and were at least a foot wide. When Christmas came, we made a conservative list for santa and filled our stockings with trips to the zoo and the downtown nativity scene. Memories were one thing our family was rich in. As a kid, I had no knowledge of money and every stress and joy it could bring. I had no idea how much money we had, or how much money defined a person. And long before I knew the concept of class, I was already stuck in the middle of it.
Growing up in a smaller home was never a bad thing. If anything, our proximity made us a more open family. After I was born, and after I was big enough to sleep in a child’s bed, me and my sister shared a room that had enough space for exactly one bookshelf, one …show more content…
My dad was a teacher there, which meant me and my siblings could have a private education for a tuition we could afford. At this time, I began feeling the constraints of my class. It wasn’t an immediate cataclysm. My world didn’t shift or tilt on it’s axis. It was as simple as noticing that everything I had known to be normal was no longer. My one-level home was unique. Having to share a room was not universal. Not being able to afford a brand new macbook was something new. I had always seen myself as being normal, but the world around me had somehow changed, and everything I had was not
Growing up in a smaller home was never a bad thing. If anything, our proximity made us a more open family. After I was born, and after I was big enough to sleep in a child’s bed, me and my sister shared a room that had enough space for exactly one bookshelf, one …show more content…
My dad was a teacher there, which meant me and my siblings could have a private education for a tuition we could afford. At this time, I began feeling the constraints of my class. It wasn’t an immediate cataclysm. My world didn’t shift or tilt on it’s axis. It was as simple as noticing that everything I had known to be normal was no longer. My one-level home was unique. Having to share a room was not universal. Not being able to afford a brand new macbook was something new. I had always seen myself as being normal, but the world around me had somehow changed, and everything I had was not