Too damn free.I'm a 90's kid.I'd hop on my bike and ride to the next city.Fukk the next block;the next CITY.Long as I got back before it was dark outside, my parents didn't give a damn.That's just the fun parts.On the flip side, you had more responsibilities.For instance, I had to clean the whole house, do laundry, prepare my own school clothes, babysit, and play part time cook.All by the time I was 9 yrs old.Before 9, to be honest.My mom taught me how to cut, clean, batter, and fry chicken by the time I was 6.I could make simple meals like spaghetti/hamburger helper by the time I was in 2nd grade.
And when I say clean the whole house, I mean clean the whole fukking house.Me and my sister would alternate weeks.We didn't go "Monday, I clean.Tuesday, you clean" nah..The whole week.Monday-Friday when it was your turn.Mom would clean on the weekends.When it was my week, I had to clean right when I got home from school.Kitchen, room, bathroom, living room, and even some yard work.Fukked up part about it, my parents were old school.They had some type of phobia about vacuum cleaners.They thought brooms were superior smh.They'd make you sweep the whole house.Sweeping carpet is a bytch.Dudes was wondering why I had Steph Curry range by the time I was in 5th grade.That's why.Now y'all can probably understand why I'd hop on my bike & escape to the next city.It was always too much upkeep/maintenance work to do at the house.I honored my portion of the duties, now I'm getting far away from you mthafkkaz.I have nieces & nephews who're 9, 10, 11 yrs old.I couldn't imagine them doing any of this shyt.We turn into nervous wrecks if they tried to walk 2 blocks up to the nearest convenience story by themselves.We'd probably need antipsychotics if we saw them sitting on the oven, in front of a pan of scalding hot grease, trying to fry some chicken---> insert :THROW IN THE DAMN TOWEL: smiley.