SPOILED KID?

Since i was the only child of a group of 7, my mom being the only one productive and that was after 13 years of marriage....hummm....you would have thought...oh great, another spoiled little rotten kid. But as a fact, i was so not spoiled. I got new clothes twice a year..in fall and in spring, two pair of shoes..shool shoes and summer sandals and we kept them up with polish and new soles too. When i was little and they tried their best to put me in cute little dresses, i usualy wound up outside in a mud pile or under or up in a tree. I climbed trees until i was 13 or 14. My mom use to worry because i didn't like boys yet............believe me, that changed later. I learned how to fish , clean up a car, cut grass, clean out a basement or a garage, polish shoes, from my DAD.

My mom wouldn't let me near the kitchen. That was her domain. It was a good thing too because when my DAd had a heart attack when i was 13, mom and I did everything and we did without a lot too. It took him out when i was 17, and I don't remember my Mom ever hiring a handyman to do anything. Neighbors helped out when you needed one. When i was 3 or so, my Dad asked some of his commanding officers to have a real southern cooked dinner. My mom had some help and they cooked up fried chicken, rice, gravy, green beans, squash, apple pie and some great biscuits. About half way during the dinner, i slipped down under the table(remember all these army officers were sitting around that table) and stayed and stayed. My mom finally asked me what i was doing under there? So, i answered" I'm trying to get my biscuit." " Well, hurry up" my mom said. " I can't hurry, this mans got his foot on it"! I so

loudly replied! I bet i got my biscuit right quick after that. We had pet dogs, pet cats, a couple rabbits and a big ol box turtle in our lives and a duck. that duck i got for easter and he grew up to be a big duck. I loved that duck ...he was Donald. I carried the duck by his neck and because i was so small and he grew and grew, he had a bent place in his neck where i had carried him all the time. he was a guard duck and he use to run around front of the house, quacking and nipping at all the strangers that came in the yard...well, he had to go to my Nanas house in the country for doing that and then he intimidated the chickens and the other ducks (after all he thought he was human) so much they took him further way out in the country to a man that had geese and ducks and a big pond for him to play in and defend. I didn't want him to go but he had to. So, I had the important things in my life, I always had love and family and everything i needed and not everything i wanted. I remember crying and crying when my best friend in high school got a brand new 57 Chevy convertiable and I couldn't have a car. That was one of the last real talks my Dad and i every had. He came and held me and told me how, it was not because they couldn't afford to get me a car, it was because i didn't need a car. That when the time came, and I needed one to get back and forth to college, then we would talk about it but they loved me and they knew what I needed and the difference in stuff i just wanted. Don't you wish kids today, understood the difference.???