My life

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The earliest i remember of my childhood was my dingy old house. The house had two rooms, both opposite each other. We were too poor even to repair the doors. so all we had was a cloth hanging over the enterance, that too was tattered at places. The place had one bathroom, which thankfully had a door, we did get hot water but it was very little. The worst was the winter. it was so cold inside....

 

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Jason Dickson

It was two miles to school. Ma took me there when I was six to get the CPS off her back. I loved it. They had food. Every day. It got better too. When it was cold outside, you could shut the door. Every once in a while someone would take me to the office and give me something new to wear. In Second Grade Mrs Johnson taught me about Goodwill. After that I got clothes more often.

People ask me how I learned anything. If you go to school and pay attention to what they tell you, how can you not learn anything. Mrs Johnson taught me that. She said people liked to be paid in money, but what they really wanted was attention. I just had to pay attention and they would tell me how to get anything I wanted. I got 24 hours of attention a day, just like the rich kids. I liked Mrs Johnson.

 

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Dax Marchesini

All my life I remember the torment from the kids at school... My parents had given me a boys name. It was all I ever heard. Making friends was tough. We didn't have a lot, my mother and I. But we did have eachother. The bond we forged back in those days is unbreakable even today. After school I would usually go streight home... To an empty house. My mother was going to school too. She left two hours before I did, and usually got home in time for dinner.

After my dad left us, Mom had to work two jobs, and she was still in school. She wanted to make something of herself, even if it ment never seeing me.

Some days I would just stay home from school. I did not want to face the kids there. They where always teasing and poking fun at my name. Sometimes they would say things like "I bet you don't even know who your dad is!"

They say that words don't hurt...

Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me.

Who ever said that was never a child.