At the beginning of my book, _Once There Was a Girl: A Memoir, I share my experiences with my first best friend. As I was growing up in the now-defunct Florida Housing Projects, like any child, I wanted friends, especially those who lived nearby. And along came, Robert. Robert and I spent a lot of time playing outside in the dirt. And when it rained, we played in the mud (that is if Mama permitted me.
I spent many hours playing and having fun with Robert. And then one day, Robert disappeared. It was during the time when white people started to move out of the Florida Housing Projects. Sadly, I never saw Robert again.
"A man who has friends must show himself friendly,
But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." (Proverbs 18:24, NKJV)
For many, the weekends represent going to the movies, out to dinner, and to the mall. Such was not the case for me. For most of my childhood, weekends-I should say Saturdays were extremely boring. Thank God that I went to church on Sundays. And I must share that my family and I spent almost the entire day at church. Without our church, weekends would have been almost unbearable.
It is another Saturday, and I am again bored. I open one eye and then the other. I glance around my shared bedroom void of any semblance of décor. I then decide to close both eyes again. I think no need to get out of bed. Getting out of bed would mean that I would need to do chores and afterward be more bored than ever. We have the same old foods as always and our cupboards are mostly bare. This fact makes me realize that I will not be able to entertain myself (like many) with snacking out. With my eyes closed in hopes of going back to sleep, I lie in bed and use my imagination to travel far away from the Florida Housing Projects.
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Thanks for checking out my blog! My goal is to give you an up-close and personal view of growing up in poverty. I plan to blog about my own life and the lives of others. I would like to invite you to comment and share your experiences.
I would like to hear your stories. I believe that the world needs to hear your stories. There are many voices talking about poverty and yet, many people do not understand what it means to LIVE in and with poverty. Share your stories with us. Your stories are important.
In my book, _Once There Was a Girl: A Memoir, I share my story of growing up in abject poverty and surrounded by crime. The theme of my story is that you are NOT your circumstances or your environment. Also, I would love to have you share how you overcame or are overcoming living in poverty. Thanks. I appreciate you!
"For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes, He became poor, that you through his poverty might become rich." (II Corinthians 8:9)