I've been taking Psychology this year, and as the year ends, I've been reflecting on some of the things we've learned about. If you're familiar with psychology terms, you'll know what a "critical period" is. For those of you who don't know, allow me to explain.
Now that the warmer months are upon us, my sister and I have taken to keeping the boys out of doors as often as is possible. Both of the boys have discovered, as most children do, a passion for being out of doors this year.
You know...when you're little all of the adults that you know tell you to 'enjoy your youth' and 'it won't last forever'. When I was young, I didn't want to grow up, like some children do, I was just happy being little. No responsibilities, no worries, just doing whatever I felt like doing throughout the day (which most of the time involved staying in with a book).
There is very little I can remember before the age of thirteen, when I started keeping a daily journal with almost religious fervor. If I try hard I can remember facts pretty well - that I got up at six thirty in the morning to catch the bus at seven twenty-five, that my brother was in the same school as I during the first two grades, that I was in a fight in third grade.
So I happened to read a blog on a matter of opinion and how this world is getting soft. I completely agree. I'm a camp counselor over the summer and I look around at all these bratty little kids that just walk all over their parents and then expect that they can do the same to their counselors. Fuck that.
I used to think to myself all the time as a kid, "I just don't get them," refering to my parents. I'm guessing this statement will resonate with many of you out there in Blog World. At some point I gave up and just accepted who they are. However, questions about them have gone unanswered. That is, until now.
Since my post about my attempts to own my crappy childhood and overcome its hold on me still at the age of 23, I've had some chats with my mom. It's been rather enlightening and I want to honor her.
“A Sneak Peek into My Childhood”
Not understand one world in English, I come to the United States already titled with the acronym, F.O.B. Due to the fact that I was “Fresh off the Boat”, from Vietnam, an Asian country, and not somewhere else, automatically placing stereotyped labels on me. With only me, myself, I persevered and never gave up.
