by ISC, Santa Clara
“Difficult” is the one word I would use to describe my childhood. Growing up was difficult. It honestly was difficult for anybody growing up in the system. It was bad all until I started looking at life a different way.
The system was a different type of bad. You can make being in the system not bad by making good memories. I’ve had some good times but honestly being here is mostly not good.
Growing up was hard, especially my childhood. Even though you try to make the best of it, the people and things around you make it difficult. There are a lot of good parts, but the bad parts are what make the better bad parts good, if you know what I mean.