My Life Road Map
My Life Road Map
I’m not a person that is a good writer, especially when it comes to writing about what goes on in my life. What I will attempt to do is write a little about my younger days, teenage times, and my adult life. I will also share my plan to move on to the future. My mom and dad both lived in Chackbay, La, which is around Thibodaux, La. This is a part of the town that is known as the country. They met at the little church down the road from where they lived. My dad said he never wanted to go to church until he saw my mom and her siblings walking past several Sunday going that way. They started to talk, but it could only be on the porch of my grandparents, with everyone around. Once mom made 13, they were allowed to go to the movie with my uncle and aunt tagging along. At 16, they got married; my dad was 18 and already had a full time job working on the riverfront, unloading the freight ships, so they decided to move to New Orleans, La. My family became larger each year. I’m the seven one of sixteen. I was too young to be old and too old to be young. I just have to wait my turn to move up the ladder. Getting any real time with my mom was not an easy thing to do. Once she did the work in the house, and sometimes she worked cleaning other people houses, it was time for us to go to bed. So when I was 7, I just sat with her on the Saturdays and watch her crochet, knit or sew. That’s how I could spend time with my mom. Soon I asked her to teach me to do the same things. It started off hard, because I’m lefted handed and she was right handed. Everything looks backward, until I learned how to use my right hand. On the days that I could not sit with my mom because the other adult’s ladies came by, I would go and try to play with my brothers and cousins. I played with the boys because my two sisters were too old. They were really old to me, around the age of 19 and 21. My others sisters were babies, the ages of 4
I’m not a person that is a good writer, especially when it comes to writing about what goes on in my life. What I will attempt to do is write a little about my younger days, teenage times, and my adult life. I will also share my plan to move on to the future. My mom and dad both lived in Chackbay, La, which is around Thibodaux, La. This is a part of the town that is known as the country. They met at the little church down the road from where they lived. My dad said he never wanted to go to church until he saw my mom and her siblings walking past several Sunday going that way. They started to talk, but it could only be on the porch of my grandparents, with everyone around. Once mom made 13, they were allowed to go to the movie with my uncle and aunt tagging along. At 16, they got married; my dad was 18 and already had a full time job working on the riverfront, unloading the freight ships, so they decided to move to New Orleans, La. My family became larger each year. I’m the seven one of sixteen. I was too young to be old and too old to be young. I just have to wait my turn to move up the ladder. Getting any real time with my mom was not an easy thing to do. Once she did the work in the house, and sometimes she worked cleaning other people houses, it was time for us to go to bed. So when I was 7, I just sat with her on the Saturdays and watch her crochet, knit or sew. That’s how I could spend time with my mom. Soon I asked her to teach me to do the same things. It started off hard, because I’m lefted handed and she was right handed. Everything looks backward, until I learned how to use my right hand. On the days that I could not sit with my mom because the other adult’s ladies came by, I would go and try to play with my brothers and cousins. I played with the boys because my two sisters were too old. They were really old to me, around the age of 19 and 21. My others sisters were babies, the ages of 4