Being raised in Milwaukee Wisconsin as a poor family was not only tough for me, but tough on my parents knowing how hard it was to raise a child with no money and a 9-5 Job. Living in Wisconsin as an 8 year old boy was tough, not only was it freezing cold everyday, but all the other children would make fun of me because I didn’t have the highest fashion of clothing or the newest shoes. At the time I would come home upset everyday because I knew I couldn’t dress as nice or be as good as any of the other kids, and being at home wasn’t any better. I would wake up in the middle of the night every night, there were so many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar because they thought it was Fourth of July. My family lived in a small apartment complex right outside of town, the area was known for crime, murders, and excessive break ins. But at the time, that’s all my parents could afford. Being living in those conditions my whole life prior, that lifestyle was all I had ever known. But was I used to it? Definitely not, I was always scared to leave the house, and terrified of the times I was left home alone, because who knows what someone could do to a little 8 year old boy.
But during the summer was always the worst. While my parents were at work, I was left at home all day long, while all the older kids did nothing but try …show more content…
Leaving the old life in Wisconsin and becoming a new person has never felt so good. Even though being a little boy getting bullied in school and living in poverty was tough, I feel that my life in Wisconsin was a positive event for me. Not only do I know what that type of life feels like from a real life perspective. But It also gives me a daily motivation to never let my family live in those conditions. I would do everything in my power to give my child the best childhood any kid could ask for, so they could live a happier and better