Growing up!!

sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

Growing up it wasn't very easy,

With eight kids Mom made it look easy peasy.

While my oldest sibling being ten years old,

The youngest was on the way is what were told. eight of us was definitely enough, you learned Early in life to be Wise and tuff. Five boys and three girls definitely had her hands full, us kids would give mom hell but she wouldn't take that bull. Always clothes on our backs shoes ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ on our feet, she'd be sure our hair was nice and neat. many neighborhoods many schools, mostly the kids were nasty and cruel. we moved so much it wasn't even funny, 

I'm assuming it was because our lack of money ๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿค‘. Three elementary schools and three middle schools, and many many public swimming pools. With so many many cousins and family reunions, there was enough of us to form a union. From picking pinion to recycling aluminum cans, to our grandmother sewing ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก a rather large afghan. From playing tag and ♥๏ธ red Rover Red Rover, holding hands hoping it's you they called over. Hide and seek and pick up sticks and Simon says, All played with siblings and kin known as the Chavez's. No internet or cellular phones, we had strings at the end were cones. No cable television or channels to choose , you had a screwdriver and plyers and they weren't for screws. You used them to change the channel and for amplification, it was sometimes impossible to find a station. But in reality not much time was spent watching the telly, instead you were outside playing eating peanut butter ๐Ÿฅœ and jelly. If you fell playing and got a Boo-boo, you didn't get a bandaid that'll be considered cuckoo. Got up and dusted yourself off, no such thing as having a cold or cough ๐Ÿ˜ท played outside till the street lights came on or Mama called out for you, that was the time to get your asses home or get beaten till you black and blue ๐Ÿ’™. Kids today have no fuckin clue, when bitching about a new pair of shoes. Simply spoiled rotten to the core, never satisfied always demanding more. Time to bring this to a conclusion,Knowingly that My childhood wasn't a delusion.

 

Johnny p Chavez

4/3/2023

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