Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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I've always had low self esteem...(Kind of on topic)But this sealed the deal. My twin sister and I have always been really self conscious of ourselves because we developed way earlier than 'normal' kids (a hormone issue). I guess our aunt noticed our disomfort and tried to make us feel 'better'...*sigh*
My aunt got the bright 'idea' to let us in a beauty pageant thing, as her bratty daughter did them all the time. My mom agreed, although I don't know why. She hated my aunt. Probably a competition thing, lol. Wouldn't you know it, I came in first runner up, and my sister second. I was so proud of my nice shiny TROPHY.
Fast forward to a few years later, upon finding the trophy in a box, forgotten, collecting dust. Went downstairs, showed my mom, and she told me the real story. :(
Turns out my aunt(I don't claim her anymore for other reasons...she's a nutcase) had FIXED THE WHOLE DAMN THING:( The real clincher comes when I remember who won first place.
My snotty cousin, who would be her daughter. I still have that trophy though..it's missing limbs.
All for nothing...My mom got the last laugh though, I shall tell the rest some other time..it's comical.
(, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 4:45, Reply)
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