http://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=lithe 2004-04-10T06:51:13Z http://everything2.com/user/lithe/writeups/Childhoodlithehttp://everything2.com/user/lithe2004-04-10T06:51:13Z2004-04-10T06:51:13Z When I was 2 or 3 we lived in <a href="/title/public+housing">public housing</a>, you know, the kinds of <a href="/title/apartments">apartments</a> with two rooms and freezing cold <a href="/title/school">school</a> <a href="/title/tile+floors">tile floors</a>. Yeah, and the <a href="/title/roaches">roaches</a>, and the funny smells, that’s the place, well we lived there. My mom was 19 and she went to <a href="/title/college">college</a> every day, she also worked <a href="/title/nightshift">nightshift</a> as an <a href="/title/LPN">LPN</a> at Central Baptist, so I didn’t get to see her very often. She used to pack me off to different <a href="/title/relatives">relatives</a> for several days at a time, most often my Grami’s because that’s the only place where I wouldn’t cry, and on very rare occasions she would be forced into taking me to <a href="/title/class">class</a> or to work with her. But I can only recall bits and pieces of that.<br><br> Even though I was <a href="/title/small">small</a> I can remember coming up the <a href="/title/steps">steps</a> to our <a href="/title/apartment">apartment</a>, my mother balancing me on her hip and the <a href="/title/snow">snow</a> crunching underneath her feet. No matter how sleepy I was I could tell we were home when the night air disappeared and the strange smell of <a href="/title/public+housing">public housing</a> came over me. Mom hated how it smelled, she&hellip;