Father Charged with Murder in Death of Toddler Left in Car.

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48. Nothing happened and you don't know those kids

I'm normally just a lurker here, I don't often feel like I have a point to make that someone else hasn't already made, but some people here just don't seem to get it. I grew up in a working family who often had trouble keeping an eye on me 100% of the time. I also hate to keep this damn topic going, but since some can't let it die and it amazes me how many people here, of all places, just don't understand what it's like to come from a family that HAS to work. Now that I think about it the last time I posted here it was on a different topic about denigrating the poor. Sigh.

My mom worked days and my dad worked overnights. Someone was always home with me, but they had to sleep sometime. The worst thing I ever did was that I tried to make Banana Bread by myself when I was like 5. I don't remember much, but my mom said she came home to a horrible mess, but I'd otherwise done a good job! I was pretty proud of myself. I cooked for me and my dad pretty regularly after that, though I did take better care to clean up.

I never had a lot of supervision, even when we lost our home and had to move into my grandparents house. Everyone worked. I saw myself to and home from school by 3rd grade I was a crossing guard and I took other kids home, I did my homework without being asked, I took the dog for a walk, I made dinners for the entire family. By the time I was 10 years old, I was the best cook in the house. Easily.


I like to think that I'm a lovely young independent woman now, and I'm currently pursuing a career as a chef. Who knows if I would love to cook so much if I hadn't been left to my own devices when I was young? I wouldn't trade my upbringing for ANYTHING in this world. I love the way I turned out. I look at a lot of people in my age group and they cannot say the same thing about themselves. I'm not trying to toot my own horn or say that I'm flawless, on the contrary I've also been in some trouble, but I'm happy with myself and that is a relief to me. I also love my working parents and grandparents fiercely and if anyone had tried to take me away I'm sure I would have been devastated beyond belief.

Edited to add that by the time my grandma was ten years old she was already built like a football player from doing farm work and had already helped deliver at least two of her younger siblings.