Personal Childhood Web

Ms. Taylor:  3rd Grade Teacher
I remember forgetting to do my homework and Ms. Taylor my 3rd grade teacher called me to the front of the class and told me to hold my hand out. She reached in her desk and pulled out a ruler and wacked me one time across the hand in  front of the class. I remember crying not because it hurt so much but because I was so hurt that I had not done my home work and the whole class was looking at me.
After class Ms. Taylor asked me if I would like to go home with her and she would help me with my homework. I asked my mom and she agreed to letting me go. Each day Ms. Taylor and I would leave the school together and she became my favorite teacher. Out of all my teachers she is the only teacher I can really remember. I never received another wack in the hand because I always had my homework. There is not really anyone else who really nurtured me when I was a child. My parents were only children so I never had an aunt, uncle or first cousin to play with. My mother's mother passed when she was 8 years old and her father passed when I was 5 years old so I do not know what it feels like to have grandparents to hold and love you. My mother was only 18 when she had me and she had never received the love of a mother so she did not know how to love me.My father although in the home never accepted me as his child so I never had support or grandparents on his side. It's amazing how I have come this far believing in myself when I had no one to encourage me to ever succeed.