The Hardest Experience of My Youth
The hardest experience of my youth was growing up in my old neighborhood. My parents had the good fortune to be members of the established middle class, able to afford a car and send their kids to the correct schools.
Sweet Bananas and Begging Friends
My favorite fruit that Daddy used to bring me when he got home from work was sweet bananas. Every time my friends who also lived nearby saw my dad's car approach, they came to beg. They had a good feeling that there was something there. I was so cruel during these times that I could not even share a pinch or bite of what I was eating with my best buddy. I always believed that if I share with one person, everyone else will want a piece and I will end up with nothing.
Eating Alone at the Window
My friends got used to my behavior, but they persisted. I resorted to eating my stuff at the window from inside the house, looking at them and making faces. My innocence never taught me that a time would come that I will also ask for something from my friends. However, occasionally dad used to give more fruits and direct me to share with them.
The Ball and Rejection
One day mum surprised with a ball, I was so happy but unfortunately ended up playing alone because my friends refused to join me claiming that I was greedy.
Leaving Behind Childhood Friends
This experience seems to have changed me; I prefer being alone and quiet because my childhood friends ignore me in numerous occasions. Whenever we meet with the few who can still hang around with me, they remind of my selfish nature when we were young. I feel like I am generous of late but my previous habit keeps flashing back. I find it hard socializing with my old friends and making new friends because of fear being rejected, and that is why I am more of a loner.
