This was my contribution:
I miss my childhood. I was the oldest of four, I remember always playing the “grown-up.” Sometimes for fun and sometimes not for fun. Our parents worked a lot, A LOT. Sometimes around the clock, so we, the children, were often times left with relatives and babysitters. When we were older and able to stay home alone, they left us to fend for ourselves. Let me just say that we should all be owners of Burger King by now, as often as we were customers there!. What can I say? Mine was not the "stay at home" kind of mom. She would ocassionally cook for us and leave it in the oven for us to reheat when we got home, but due to time constraints with her two jobs, she wasn't always able to do this. So BK is was! Besides, it was close, convenient and cheap. I used to get angry at my parents for working so much. For giving me the responsibility of watching over my brothers and sister, when I was not much older than they were. I was bathing them, and making sure homework was done and that they ate dinner. As we got older, the responsibilities changed, and instead of bathing them, I had to make sure they weren’t out in the streets after dark or at a neighbor’s house. My mom didn’t allow us to go over anyone’s house without her permission or her knowing who they were personally. We were also not allowed to have anyone over when neither of my parents were home. This put a damper on my siblings’ engaging personalities! They were/still are social butterflies! I know the parentals meant well and it was because of their sacrifices that we never went without, and were able to attend private schools from kindergarten until high school. They wanted nothing but the best education for us. And they saw to it that we got it. But all the while, even now, I feel this tinge of resentment and loss. I didn’t have a “normal” childhood. I grew up much too fast. And I carried a lot on my shoulders since I was twelve years old. Still, my parents are amazing people and I love them to death.
But I miss my childhood.