CATHOLIC KID

 I WALKED IN TO THAT CATHOLIC SCHOOL AT 4 YRS OLD. MY DAD HAD MADE  UP HIS MIND AND HAD SET MY GOALS. MY MOM FELT IT WOULD CALM MY HYPERNESS. THAT PLAYGROUND WAS MY DOMAIN AND MY GROWING NEST.

  I GREW LESS ANXIOUS THROUGH OUT  THE YEARS. MAYBE THAT CHATHOLIC WAY LESSEN MY MOMS TEARS. THEY BELIEVE THE  UNIQUENESS OF EACH  PERSON IS TAUGHT THRU A CATHOLIC FORMATION.  EVERYDAY WAS PRAYER  TO ALL DIRECTIONS.

DO NOT GET ME WRONG I LOVED THY CATHOLIC WAY.  THEY MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE A CHILD FROM GOD. THE ALIMIGHTY THAT STANDS WITH A ROD.

THEN AS YOU GET OLDER SCIENCE INTRODUCES YOU TO MAN AND APE. HOLY SMOKE!  I FOUND OUT HOW I WAS MADE. NOW I'M CONFUSE WITH ADAM AND EVE. THERE GOES MY MOM AGAIN WITH GRIEVE .

CATHOLIC CIRRICULUM  FOR 9 YEARS WITH RESPECT. 3 YEARS IN PUBLIC SCHOOL WITH A LITTLE REGRET. I'M NOW IN COLLEGE.  MY DREAM  CAME TRUE. NOW MY GOAL IS TO IMPRESS MY MOM AND YOU.     

 

 

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