Trouble

Playtime for me often led me in trouble. I’ve always been very mature for my age. In school, my maturity was praised. However, at home, my mom feared my maturity level because she didn’t want me to grow up too fast. My mother is my role model because she encourages me to be a driven individual, balance multiple tasks and overcome challenges. So, my play time would involve me trying to improve and mold myself to be like her. Spending time in the kitchen to help cook, play cooking, playing doctor and cleaning was considered play time. Witnessing my mother’s efforts to provide for the best in regards of my family, inspired me to be as mature as I can be at all times. When I was 5, in my mind I was 7. When I turned 7, in my mind I was turning 13. It lead me into a lot of trouble because my mom didn’t want me to waste my childhood not being a child, when I didn’t have to be. She never had the suability to have youthful childhood, but she wanted that for me. She thought buying me collectors edition barbies every year would influence me to play with them. However, I kept them in their box. I kept them up because she insprired me. They gave me a sense of conformation. Barbie is a women who asprired me to do great things no matter what. She was dressed as a vetererian, doctor, dentist, teacher, etc. Playtime was time for me was time to improve myself, so I can do anything my little heart disired.