Crowdsourcing take 1
Looking at all of the pictures, I thought back on my family
and what I grew up with. Therefore I checked the box for extended family and
decided to tell my story.
I then typed up my story. Originally, I had trouble deciding
what to write about, but after solving that problem, I became excited and
started writing away. Yet all too soon I seemed to run out of ideas, plus I started
to wonder who would actually want to read it. I also found myself sharing a lot
about myself which gets uncomfortable, first because I am not used to do that,
or using “I” when I write and also because this is something going on the
internet, which is someplace you are not supposed to share your information.
But I chose my pictures:
And entered my story:
The black and white picture is the
kind I grew up seeing of my mom and grandmother’s family. With my grandmother
coming from a family of eight (who each had at least seven children) and my mom
then coming from a family of ten, she never lacked for family. With kids spanning
almost twenty years, there are endless stories that I have been told of their
one bathroom home and who shared what with who, who got in what car accidents,
and who dated who’s best friend. I am sure that at the time, my mom wasn’t too
fond of growing up in her family. Being the oldest of four girls, she always
had to keep up with the boys and set the standards for the girls, but they all
turned out all right. The color picture is what their family could have looked
like at a later date, when some of the older kids already had significant
others while the babies were barely out of diapers. These are the stories I grew
up with and looked forward to, however I didn’t have quite that experience
since I was an only child. Instead, I got to hear my mom reminisce and my
friends complain and I sat tight with my multitudes of imaginary friends. I do
wish that I had siblings, I have always secretly wanted a twin (which obviously
isn’t going to happen), however all situations shape who you are, and mine
definitely has. I value time with family all the more because I got to be
really close with my cousins since they were my pretend siblings. I was able to
see more of them as well since I was an only child and able to travel more. I
twitch a little at the word spoiled because I always wonder if I was. I hate
confrontation because I never had those siblings to fight with. I am really
good with people older than me, while I am an introvert that struggles to fit
in with people her own age. Overall, I am me and as much as I wish for things
that can’t be, I am happy being me and realize I wouldn’t be the same if I had
grown up differently, so for now, I am happy listening to all of my mom’s
stories and soaking them up.
And then I submitted it
Now to wait and see if I become famous in their gallery!
Overall, this was an interesting site, however I truly
wonder who reads them. I looked at a few pictures and the ages of the people
who submitted stories, however I really didn’t read many of the stories, so who
would care about my stories?
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