Balloon Boy: My Youth taking risk

 October 29, 2009   My mother played both rolls mother and father for a lot of my childhood. My freshman year is when we left my father;  me, my sister and my mom.     In a two bedroom house where my mom shared with my sister and I my own room - we bagan what become the norm and moved on from the once was.  She worked her as off or give us a normal life. A life that allowed us to Be able to still Go to school and continue on with our goals intact, leaving no gap in any doubt that anything can hold us back.    There were times  when the local church brought us food and with embarrassment I declined the food but they leaving it there none the less at the door.  I couldn't handle that we were that family that needed that help but one woman working over 40 hours of work to raise a daughter who's graduating And a son who has 4 more years of school.   Quickly,  I forced myself to grow up a bit faster then the average bear.  I use to watch and see other individuals on TV and in other forms of entertainment,  that were my age or younger and see that they  became successful and were proof that i can and be whatever i dream. Wade Robson, Brian Friedman,  to name a few.  So, I compared myself a lot to these and other public figures to drive me to work harder. Clearly it was a bad way of going about it and I ended up with a complex the older I got. Of course these were unrealistic comparisons but it worked out in the long wrong. For a while.   I worked full time in San Bernardino at circuit city while starting school at Art Institute during my whole accociate program. For two years I committed myself and commuted the whole time.  I was social but it was something I balanced when I was truly about to do so.  It's was rare but I still found my balance. I never had those ragers, or raves, or        Bangers or keggers. It was only the goal at hand and that as to be the first to finish college in my family and to ultimately do what I love.   This image that Taylor White created (picture below) I saw and it hit a nerve.  I was always the oldest young person, I always did the right thing and I was going to accomplish something with my life, but at the same time I have to loosen up. I have to not be so old man and live a little. Take risk, take chance do everything and cause i do all this hard work and I don't take time to enjoy the perks then what's the Real point of it all.    

October 29, 2009

My mother played both rolls mother and father for a lot of my childhood. My freshman year is when we left my father;  me, my sister and my mom.

In a two bedroom house where my mom shared with my sister and I my own room - we bagan what become the norm and moved on from the once was.  She worked her as off or give us a normal life. A life that allowed us to Be able to still Go to school and continue on with our goals intact, leaving no gap in any doubt that anything can hold us back. 

There were times  when the local church brought us food and with embarrassment I declined the food but they leaving it there none the less at the door.  I couldn't handle that we were that family that needed that help but one woman working over 40 hours of work to raise a daughter who's graduating And a son who has 4 more years of school. 

Quickly,  I forced myself to grow up a bit faster then the average bear.  I use to watch and see other individuals on TV and in other forms of entertainment,  that were my age or younger and see that they  became successful and were proof that i can and be whatever i dream. Wade Robson, Brian Friedman,  to name a few.  So, I compared myself a lot to these and other public figures to drive me to work harder. Clearly it was a bad way of going about it and I ended up with a complex the older I got. Of course these were unrealistic comparisons but it worked out in the long wrong. For a while. 

I worked full time in San Bernardino at circuit city while starting school at Art Institute during my whole accociate program. For two years I committed myself and commuted the whole time.  I was social but it was something I balanced when I was truly about to do so.  It's was rare but I still found my balance. I never had those ragers, or raves, or        Bangers or keggers. It was only the goal at hand and that as to be the first to finish college in my family and to ultimately do what I love. 

This image that Taylor White created (picture below) I saw and it hit a nerve.  I was always the oldest young person, I always did the right thing and I was going to accomplish something with my life, but at the same time I have to loosen up. I have to not be so old man and live a little. Take risk, take chance do everything and cause i do all this hard work and I don't take time to enjoy the perks then what's the Real point of it all. 

 

So the boy represents my youth and reminds me to live a little. And take a leap, jump. Boy have I. 

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