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What I Learned From The Crap In My Childhood Some people are lucky and have an amazing childhood, full of wonderful memories and incredible journeys. Others get the bad end of the stick and it’s incredibly horrible. Me – I’m in the middle somewhere. Mostly my childhood was fine, the usual memories of playing in mud, parks, visits to the beach once a year and so forth. But there were other parts too that weren’t so great. I have a daughter now and I look at her and no matter what I’m pretty sure she is going to be okay. Everyone can choose to be bitter or better, though for me this would be quite silly in my life to be bitter about my childhood. The small bad and the pain have taught me to be resilient, compassionate and stronger. Here is What I Learned From The Crap In My Childhood.
Everyone Matters In some ways I was forgotten, or so it felt to me. I only have one older sister, but as a teenager, she developed schizophrenia. Lots of other factors I won’t get nitty about were there too such as my father’s birthday is also a day before mine, and really, I’m just a quiet sort of person normally. I probably didn’t help my situation I’m sure, but I did feel alone a lot as a child. What this taught me was to appreciate people when they are there, to look for the person who is forgotten and alone and check on them. I always notice the quiet, reserved people first, though that may be like attracting like. Credit: www.huffingtonpost.com
What this taught me was to appreciate people when they are there, to look for the person who is forgotten and alone and check on them.
Don’t EVER Judge A Book By Their Cover I was actually born with twisted feet (pretty common) but they weren’t corrected as a baby like most people. I use to walk on my toes because my calf muscles were too short, and people use to think I was off with the fairies or that I wanted to be a ballerina. My parents were fine, but other family, teachers and adults use to punish me and yell at me. Team sports were terrible as running was miserable and I was always picked last. This was finally corrected surgically when I was 12 years old. Because this happened I became out casted slightly with my peers, though I had a bit of an attitude too (which you do when people are awful like that). Now couple that with being raised in a Christian household which encouraged getting to know and be kind to everyone, and the result was that I took time to get to know other “outcasts” and I found that usually they weren’t that bad.
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