This childhood web has really taken me back. The memories have been flooding my mind. It feels good to reflect on fun times as a child growing up in the big city of Philadelphia.
My mother was a nurturing woman. She was always looking out for my best interests. My mother was the one who helped me with homework. I remember her walking me to school and picking me up when I was in elementary school. When I was sick she would stay home from work with me and let me lie down in her bed. When I reached my older teenage years, I remember the advice she gave me ab out boys. She has always been there for me. She has always been there for me. I talk to my mother everyday. She is still giving me advice.
My father was always working to provide for the family. When he was home he would asks my brother and I how was school coming along. He was very adamant about us finishing school. My father nor my mother finished school. He would always tell us "I want yall to finish school, you need a good education to get a good job". That stuck with me forever. I said to myself you have to finish school, you will make your father proud. When I graduated both my parents were so proud. My father was extremely happy. This still inspires me to continue my education.
This is a picture of my parents and me on graduation day.
My aunt who is my father's sister had a positive impact on my life. She is a twin. She and her twin are married to brothers. We lived on the same street as her twice. We would visit her regularly. She sometimes came to our house. When we moved on the street with her the second time it was directly across the street. My brother and I would go over there and play with our cousins. While over there I always observed my aunt reading. I would ask her what she was reading and she would tell me. That inspired me to start reading. I would read all my library books and ask my mom to buy me more books to read. Today I still enjoy reading.
My grandmother lived in Georgia and we lived in Philadelphia which was about 15 hours away. We would visit her every year or every other year. When my father would tell us we are taking a trip down south my brother and I would get excited. We had other family in Georgia but we knew grandma's house meant good food. She would make us homemade pies from peaches off her tree. I would watch her roll the dough to make the crust. She would give my brother and me an entire pie. My grandmother would cook so much food. She said "those children are growing they need to eat". She did so much more but those were some touching moments for me. My grandmother is no longer with us, but she lived to be 100 years old. I do miss my grandmother and the good cooking. I can't cook homemade pies like my grandmother, but I try to cook homemade cakes. At times I enjoy cooking, especially for my grandchild.
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