Transition through life

Transition through life

reality2k4

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I was thinking just how trusting I was as little ste the kid.
I guess he was mega wary of adults, but his radar got him with trusted adults.

I had a load of mistrust then, but I had special men friends, those whom I really trusted.

My mind was motorbikes, and this guy did just that, he delved around with motorbikes, always covered in greas and oil.

Guess that is me, disguising myself in oil and grime so I can smile at you.
Just like the little kid covered in mud,

ste
 
Ste,

I often wonder if it wasn't also a desperate NEED to trust. A need to see that the world is, after all, a safe for a boy to be in.

Much love,
Larry
 
As a little boy, I felt like I was a heavy burden to my parents. It's like I acquired a debt to them and as I became older I tried paying it off. Even when I was sick or injured I hesitated to tell them because I knew how poor my parents were and I could see the pain I would cause them. That's another reason why I hardly missed a single day of school lest they suspected something was wrong with me.

I learned to not ask anything from them. I either got it on my own or I learned to live without it.

Jesse
 
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