Growing up poor in America, though I heard of the streets of gold, I had never actually seen them. In fact, I lived so far from those streets, I didn’t know anyone who had seen them. I remember the year I first saw those streets where money seemed to grow on trees. It was Christmas and my Mother was taking us to the nearest city to see Christmas lights. We drove up and down the streets of Highland Park and University Park in Dallas. It seems the cities with streets of gold were in parks. I remember seeing grand two story houses with large lawns. These houses had lights on the outside. We only had lights in the window, illuminating the foil wrapped TV antenna.
I remember seeing perfect trees through the windows, not like the lopsided tree we had cut from the back field. They not only decorated the trees inside their houses, they decorated every tree outside too. These children wouldn’t be getting used clothes their Grandmother mended and hemmed. They wouldn’t be getting used shoes that were too large. They wouldn’t know the thrilil of removing the tissue paper or newspaper in spring when they had grown enough to fit their shoes. These children made lists and Santa really brought them things from their lists. I never asked for anything because I already knew Santa didn’t bring children like me what we asked for.
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I know the feeling. One year we drew a tree on posterboards adn taped them to the wall with styrofoam ornaments.
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Glad someone can relate. Thanks for the comment.
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Yes, driving through those neighborhoods. Did the same in Brownwood, Texas.
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Then you know what I’m referring to. Thanks.
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Thanks for sharing a little about your background.
What are you trying to convey to the reader with this piece? I get the sense that you are lamenting how poor you were as a child because you focus on the what you lacked. For instance:
“These children made lists and Santa really brought them things from their lists. I never asked for anything because I already knew Santa didn’t bring children like me what we asked for.”
By juxtaposing rich children’s excesses with your lack of presents, you drive home the message of being poor. However, I feel that your tone is somewhat…well, hurt. Was that your intention with this piece?
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I really had to purpose behind my this post. I had just started writing and was finding my way. Thanks.
Dee
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Keep writing! It’s exercise for the brain.
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