My Childhood Experience In My Life: Stronger Than Ever

Stronger than Ever
Childhood experiences tend to stay with us; good or bad ones. I remember all sort of things from the first time I played soccer to the first time I was hurt emotionally. A lot of what happens to a child in their child years follows them. Something that followed me was from the year of 2013. I experienced something that a lot of kids do, but should have not had to. I lost my mom, not physically, but more mentally.
My mom was a single parent, and I never had the father figure type in my life. All I had was her and vice-versa. I was an only child, so I was sort of spoiled. My mom did everything for me. I grew up playing many sports. I played soccer, volleyball, basketball, ran track, and was on the dance team in middle school. I loved to be involved with anything to do with hard work. My grades were good and I never got into any trouble at school. As I got older, I began to become distant from my mom and started to get into trouble. Not harmful trouble, but still it was a change from not being involved with trouble. My mom began to do the same. It was like she changed. She went “down-hill” and never returned back up. I never got to spend any time with

I woke myself up for school (most of the time). That only happened when I had gotten enough sleep the night before. I can still remember the nights I would hear her cries from her bedroom. I was worried about her so I always stayed with her. She never put her problems off on me or told me what was wrong, but I knew she needed someone. So, that’s when I became the strong one. One night, I recall walking into her bedroom to see her self-harming herself. I knew she had done it before because when I held her arms, I could feel the indentions in her arms from the knife. Sometimes my fingers had traces of blood. I did not mind, I just wanted her to be okay again. I was only thirteen and I didn’t know how to live a happy life. I thought this is what I was supposed to