Sticks and Stones essays

Sticks and Stones essays For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which Words not only affect us temporarily; they change us, they socialize or unsocialize us. Everyone has issues with their parents. That's just common knowledge. Most people my age will tell you they hate their parents: Not many people say that last one. On the surface, I have a great family, and therefore a great life. My mother and father have been happily married for twenty-one years. I have a younger brother, Robbie, and also a younger sister, Rachel. And we have a dog. I also have a huge extended family: one grandfather, two grandmothers, seven uncles, eight aunts, and eleven cousins. My parents both work. My mother works as a supervisor of the mammography department of a hospital, and my father works as a supervisor of a mechanical department of an aluminum plant. Also, my father sleeps during most of the day because he works the "graveyard shift." So, if you take my family for surface value, you'd probably say that I have a great family. But I'm the one who lives here. My father and I used to have a good relationship . . . back when I was four. I was "Daddy's little girl." He'd take me camping in the back yard. And I'd wear his camouflage make-up. And we'd sleep under the stars. I was his little soldier. As I have become older, my dad's become less reasonable, and more demanding. Once I received straight A's in school. After that, straight A's were mandatory. And if I didn't come through with perfect grades, I'd be grounded. Being grounded meant that I couldn't leave the house unless it was for school or because of a fire. And I couldn't watch television or make any phone calls. When I got home from school, I had to do the chores. These included doing the household laundry (washing, drying, folding, and putting away), dishes ( washing, drying, and putting away), s...