My Childhood Stereotypes

My childhood Marion summers were filled with the traditional games played by all the little kids. My sister, brothers, and I would go outside and all the neighborhood children would be outside ready to play. We would play all day until the street lights came on. All the kids would fill the street and play but we would have to move so the cars could get through. The big kids would always get to pick what we played and it would always be tag, hide and seek, or red rover. I wasn’t the best at tag or hide and seek, but red rover was my game. I was bigger than everyone else even though I was one of the youngest. The big kids would always pick me first because I was big and strong. The other kids would be scared when I ran towards them
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My dad is a great person, leader, and father. He would give his soul to help anybody whenever they needed help. Nobody could hate my dad. Everybody comes up to me and asks how my dad is doing. This gets annoying after a while, but also shows me that he knows everybody and they all like him. He taught me everything i know. People always tell me that when I was a baby I would never leave his side. There’s no question to it, I was a daddy’s boy. I am blessed to have my dad in my life and growing up with him teaching me to be a man really shows me how good I have it. I am the man I am today because he would press manners and how to treat people into me ever since I could walk and talk. My dad was devoted to have his kids be the best the could be and he will not give up until he accomplishes his goals. I have promised him to do the best I can to stay out of trouble and do the best I can in anything I do. He promised me that he will always be there for me and I couldn’t ask for anything greater than that. My dad was always looking after me. Whenever I would get a cut or burn or something like that, he would be the one to help me and even kiss my boo boo’s to make them feel better. He was the best father anyone could ever ask

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