I Was Never Young

A Time when I was young. Gee that sounds so long ago. I don't think I was ever young. Little, but not young. You know how it is when you meet little kids and they talk and act so mature and grown up for their age. Well, I was that kind of little girl. Maybe it was because I was the only child and only around adults until school. But I always remember knowing what they were talking about. I hate card games. I think the reason is when I was very young, maybe a year or less, my parents would have others over to play cards. No TV or radio for them, they were very young and very poor. This was 1947. I'd cry. Or fuss, I don't remember this, however,I have been told about it several times. Mother said she would hold me for awhile then put me to bed. She said I would cry every time I saw them set the table for cards. Now that's a pretty good reason for not liking to play card games. Besides, I was never good at them! I remember having several babysitters. You see I was way before "Day Care"! Any day care centers back then would have gone broke fast! My mother was the only mother working. I don't ever remember her being home with me,that is until I was almost grown. I was 12 when she quit work and was a stay at home mom. She had remarried. But the baby sitters I had were the worse! I guess they were hard to find. One girl they got for me was from Mexico. They would drive down to Tijuana and get this young girl, a teen ager I think, and keep her for 2 weeks and then take her back for a week-end with her family. She only lasted a month. The rule of the house, I was to say home. In my yard. Oh by the way, this poor child could not speak a word of English! I'd tell her I was going to go play at so-in-so's house and she'd jabber something and I'd holler back over my shoulder,"No compredi" "NO Savi" When they took her back for her visit with her parents, she wouldn't come back. Said I was to hard to take care of! Imagine that! I did learn to eat frijoles for breakfast!! She didn't know how to cook. I failed to mention, this was one of my Dad's ideas. I spent lots of time with my wonderful Aunt and Uncle in Topanga, California. This is just off the Malibu coast on the Pacific Highway. Some of the most beautiful sights I can remember. Not now, to many homes, cars, smog! This was BEFORE SMOG!! OMG!! I feel older that dirt! I will leave this and just see if it comes on the blog or goes poof! Either way, I had a good time thinking of the time when I was little...was never young!