Oct 8, 2019

I wasn’t too bad. You know, my childhood was just like, there were certain things we didn’t do. That’s just the way we were raised. But I did play hooky from school one day, and I paid for that. I got punished real bad. Not doing the dishes on time, it was unfair because I was the oldest girl. Then… smoking. I sneaked a smoke. I called myself being grown. And choked. I never, ever wanted to ever put another cigarette because the tobacco tasted so awful. What happened was, your friend said “Let’s try it.” But I knew deep inside of me it was wrong. But you know, peer pressure and your friends with you, I caught myself in it. But I puffed and got choked and got sick, went to the bathroom to throw up…so I learned my lesson from that. But growing up wasn’t bad at all. It was our family. I didn’t argue with my sisters because I was the oldest girl, I was like a role model. I cooked a lot. I knew how to cook when I was 6 years old. My great grandfather had a big old barn, so I had raised animals and stuff. My childhood wasn’t that bad, it was good times. And then my mother moved to Florida, and I lived in Georgia, that separation was probably about the biggest thing. Overall, it wasn’t too bad at all. I had a pretty good childhood. Now when you got older that’s a whole ‘nother ball game…but so far so good.