This morning as I was going about my daily housework, I was deep in thought of my life when I was younger. Maybe some of you won't believe that there are people still living like this in the USA, but this is the life that I lived while growing up and I wouldn't change for anything!
When I was with my father there were 8 of us- 6 kids and the parents- in a 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, and 1 living room house. Our closest neighbor was maybe 1-2 miles away. Yes my siblings and I slept on the floor on a thin mat. In the winter we would wake up to keep the wood stove stocked up, there wasn't a day off for us- except for Saturday where we were forbidden to work for religious reasons- there was always wood to cut, a garden to tend to, clothes to wash out by hand- we didn't have a washer or dryer. We didn't have a bathroom, we had an outhouse. We didn't have a television and I didn't even know that Ipods, MP3 players even existed until I left home.
Every morning and evening I milked the goats while my little sisters tended to the chickens and my brothers took care of the horses. We would take a trip to the town once a week, not including the day we would go to church. Saturday nights family's would all meet in one home and we would have all of the people gifted with playing instruments get together. We only knew the traditional music of our area, bluegrass.
Those days my biggest worry was if I would get rained on while picking berries or harvesting the vegetables for a truck and garden farm that was owned by a Mennonite family. Yes I quit school when I was 14 to help my family out financially. I would work all day on the Mennonite farm and in the evening continue my education by teaching myself. When I was 16 I got my GED only missing 2 points of getting a 2 year scholarship for college. 16 was when everything changed, I moved out from my family and boarded with the family I worked for sending my weekly earnings to my father. When I was 17 I went to college, there is where I began learning about Islam by researching it myself. When I was 18 I accepted Islam. Since then I haven't lived in the country. Yes, I love the conveniences of the city, but at times I miss the simplicity of the country and my childhood.
What are some of your memories growing up?
Edited by UmmAhmad, 12 July 2012 - 09:43 AM.