Growing up among “full growns” or adults can be hard for a 11 year old. Lifestyle of stereotypical neighbor was everything I was thought never to become.

Often, I would sit among longhaired pot smoking unemployed “friends” trying to grasp their limited conversion with my minimal linguistic skills. I can remember how often I would sneak out from the house to ‘be involved’. It ranged from playing cricket on our street, playing carom, fishing etc. Everything that I needed to learn which my extensive library could never teach.

These relationships would have never been approved by my grandma for reasons I can clearly see now. Yet, these few hours I spent everyday with them has made into a much fuller person. For that I am grateful 🙂

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