Silla grew up, Part 1.
My Background
I want to start this site by letting my readers know my story. Not that my growth was very interesting. Well, it’s not interesting to me, since I think I grew up living the typical Swedish life. But maybe my Asian or African readers will find it a tiny, tiny bit interesting. And maybe those of You who are American. So I’d like to let You know a few things about me and my background.
This post will be the first of a few posts about me and my life so far. Which is only 19 years.
I grew up in the 90’s, with the widestriped t-shirts and weird shoes. I guess I lived the typical Swedish life. My mom and dad built a house when I was one, in a tiny tiny town in the middle of Sweden. They made a good choice, ’cause this was a good place for a kid to grow up in. They never needed to worry sick about letting us walk by ourselves to school, and it’s also a pretty safe place at night I guess.
Until I was five, my mother was a day mother. Which means that parents left their children at our house, and mom got paid for it. I guess I was a little spoiled, who got to stay at home with my mummy all day. Then, which I did’nt like, she got another job, and I was left to another day mother. I don’t know if this is my memory, or if I just think that it is, since mom has told me so many times. But when mom left me at my day mother the first time, I wouldn’t let her go. Since she really had to get on time to her new work, she HAD to go. And when she got up on her bike, and started cycling. I RAN after her, screaming and crying.
I still remember this, I think… But nowadays I find it funny, but my mom thinks it’s horrible. Haha, I can only imagine the noise I made when I screamed.
However, soon i LOVED being at my day mother’s house. I have lots of great memories from there.
