I was mature for my age. Everyone said so. I regularly babysat for quite a few families in our church, including two families that each had six kids, and I took care of a one-year-old down the street two full days a week while her mother worked. Being homeschooled, I was available during the day, …
I came across this personal essay that I wrote almost 23 years ago. I sent it to my mother during my first semester of college (the first time around) and my father came across it while cleaning out their house and brought it to me last year. I’ve edited and condensed, but I have left …