I woke up everyday at 7 in the morning. Brushed my teeth, got ready for school, made sure my homework was done, served myself breakfast, and waited for my grandma to take me to school. This was my routine everyday… in Kindergarten.
This routine was something normal for me; I didn't rely on anyone to tell me what to do- I just did it. This is what being independent looked like for me as a child. Independence is defined as being free from outside control; not depending on another's authority. In my own way, I have always been independent. Growing up, no one needed to be on top of me, telling me what to do, or how to behave. I was the kid that woke up by herself, went to school, and knew she had to get all her work done. I was the kid who did …show more content…
He wasn't present at my birth- he was a teen father so in a way I don't blame him. But he left my mom alone until I was about 3 or 4. My first, painful memory is of him and my mom arguing. All I was told about my childhood was that my mom and dad would constantly fight. We used to live in a basement apartment. I remember hearing my parents argue in the room next door. All I heard was screaming. I ran to the room and what I saw is the reason I don't depend on anyone. He had my mom's clothes and a pair of scissors and was just cutting away at all of it. I specifically remember this one light blue dress. He held it in his hand and cut away right down the middle. As a child, I don't know what happened next. I think apart of me blocks that memory away.
That image remains to this day. My father holding my mother's light blue dress. It got to the point where they went to court, and my mom filed a restraining order against him. Out of all the foggy mess that I call my childhood; this one memory sticks with me.
I don't talk about my family much, nor do I enjoy speaking about my father. Although, he is somewhat present in my life, there is a chasm between us. In a way, I resent him for taking my innocence. I don't think any child should ever have to witness something like that. I don't think anyone should ever have to experience something like
This routine was something normal for me; I didn't rely on anyone to tell me what to do- I just did it. This is what being independent looked like for me as a child. Independence is defined as being free from outside control; not depending on another's authority. In my own way, I have always been independent. Growing up, no one needed to be on top of me, telling me what to do, or how to behave. I was the kid that woke up by herself, went to school, and knew she had to get all her work done. I was the kid who did …show more content…
He wasn't present at my birth- he was a teen father so in a way I don't blame him. But he left my mom alone until I was about 3 or 4. My first, painful memory is of him and my mom arguing. All I was told about my childhood was that my mom and dad would constantly fight. We used to live in a basement apartment. I remember hearing my parents argue in the room next door. All I heard was screaming. I ran to the room and what I saw is the reason I don't depend on anyone. He had my mom's clothes and a pair of scissors and was just cutting away at all of it. I specifically remember this one light blue dress. He held it in his hand and cut away right down the middle. As a child, I don't know what happened next. I think apart of me blocks that memory away.
That image remains to this day. My father holding my mother's light blue dress. It got to the point where they went to court, and my mom filed a restraining order against him. Out of all the foggy mess that I call my childhood; this one memory sticks with me.
I don't talk about my family much, nor do I enjoy speaking about my father. Although, he is somewhat present in my life, there is a chasm between us. In a way, I resent him for taking my innocence. I don't think any child should ever have to witness something like that. I don't think anyone should ever have to experience something like