And I’m not counting things like what you do or get when you grow up like having a bank account or getting a real job. Nor am I accepting the whole ‘I just grew up’.

My sign of my childhood ending or accepting that it has ended is when all of the nu-metal bands I was introduced to and listened to a lot of us just ended up fractured. They all didn’t endure the passage of time and it was really just a matter of you had to be there to know how popular they were or the scene was.

The bands I used to have listened to have gone the way of Classic Rock on the radio. Spammed tracks from some bands because that’s all the DJ knows or that’s all they’re allowed to play.

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    2 months ago

    Work

    My parents always worked, my older siblings always worked … every adult around me always seemed to be doing something. As a kid it was just normal that everyone everywhere was working at something all the time.

    I played and had fun on my own and with my friends but somewhere around the age of ten, I started joining my dad and brothers in all the work they were doing. As soon as I did that, I played less and stopped acting like a kid … I started canceling play time because I was working.

    It was sad or disappointing for me … I loved doing all that work and learning so much from my dad and brothers, it was fun in its own way. But when I think about it, the day I started doing adult work, or adult type work, my childhood basically ended.

    I think I can even think of the actual moment. Dad and my brothers were renovating the garage and I spent the day just watching them and I really wanted to be part of it all. I picked up a wheel barrow and started moving gravel because dad had asked for material to be moved but everyone was too busy with other work. No one asked me, no one ordered me, I just started shoveling gravel into the wheel barrow. I lifted the barrow and it was too heavy for me, so I unloaded some until I could lift it and move it. As soon as I figured out how much I could carry, I started moving gravel. Then did that about a dozen times until I had moved several yards of gravel.

    I was 11 and a big kid for my age. I haven’t really stopped doing things since then.