If I were to sit back and reflect upon my life, my answer to this would be “far too early”.
For a myriad of reasons, life has necessitated, since I was a young’un, that at times I had to fend for myself.
The particulars don’t matter, really.
But, I can say that there were enough times in my life where I either had to be the support system for others, or I was left totally alone.
I’m not bitching about it just to bitch, mind you. The facts is the facts. Life sometimes forces some of us to grow up a lot faster than those around us.
Is it good or bad?
Well, I guess it’s a little bit of both.
Good, in that you develop a level of maturity at a younger age.
Bad, in that you don’t get to be a “kid” as much as you probably should, which can come with it’s own set of baggage.
You can get a bit resentful and bitter over it. I have before. And I say that with no shame. I paid my dues, and if I want to hold a bit of anger in my heart about it from time to time, it’s my right to do so.
The hitch, folks, is in letting it go. That’s the real kicker, indeed.
I won’t sit here and tell you that I have let it go completely.
All I can tell you is that I try.
On the upside…
Since I didn’t have a “typical” childhood, now that I’m older and can buy my own shit, I can indulge in all kinds of cool toys.
I guess you could say I’m aging in reverse a little bit.
Gorilla’s Prerogative.
Deal with it. 😄
(P.S. They’re not dolls. They’re action figures. 🙄😋)
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