This Blog Post was originally published on the platform "writelier" (formerly "co-writers" and "200wordsaday"). Sadly the blogging platform was discontinued. I downloaded all my blog posts and prepared them to be republish them here.
The topic of this week is childhood. Since mine isn't as far back, I thought I could give some insights.
I was born in May 1995, my parents got married a few months later. They had their 25-year anniversary just a few months back.
The first three or four years I was raised at my grandparents home, as my father has expanded the unused space in their home. We moved to "our own house" in 2000.
I can remember my first new year's eve as the one that was from 1999 to 2000. Everything before is blurry memory. I can remember certain events, but nothing specific. I know from my parents that most of the summer holidays I was at my grandparents home, as my parents both worked at this time.
I started elementary school in the year 2001, just when my brother was born. Since he was a premature birth (11 weeks to be specific), my memories from the first year of school are all varnished behind the fact that we were driving to the hospital to see him every day.
In 2005 I started primary school. Since I was a typical outsider, the memories that stayed in my mind aren't the best once. I remember hating going to school and getting sick from it.
Time went on and I had to choose a profession. As I liked to work with computers since my parents got one, I attended a technical college for information technology. As with primary school, only a few great memories reside from that time, even though it isn't as far back.
After the final exams, I stayed a year longer, to potentially graduate. But as the topics went more and more to mechanics and construction, I abandoned school and started working at the company I'm currently working at.
That was already five years ago, but I think my childhood ended as I was trained to be a paramedic.
My father is a worker and my mother is employed. None of them had a time where money was available in masses. And even though we weren't rich, we went on vacations and did other stuff.
All in all, I'm very thankful that all four of my grandparents and both of my parents are still alive. Money can't buy happiness, but having a family to rely on definitely can.