Forums
New posts
Search forums
What's new
New posts
New profile posts
Latest activity
Internet Search
Members
Current visitors
New profile posts
Search profile posts
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
New posts
Search forums
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Forums
Parent Support Forums
Parent Emeritus
Living on the street
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="helpangel" data-source="post: 620628" data-attributes="member: 7170"><p>in my opinion very accurate and not at all inappropriate. You want to see inappropriate? Lets see how long my post gets and probably won't make a point (or one a parent wants to hear LOL)</p><p></p><p>I spent a couple years "living on the road" but never really considered myself homeless. There were times when the term "home" referred to a tent, my car (when had one) or whatever truck my stuff was being stored in, at times home was a backpack & wherever I sat down with it LOL. Other times home referred to my parents house where my stuff was stored and I would mail myself money orders to save for winter - I was working & traveling with carnivals.</p><p></p><p>Thanksgiving - end of January you really needed to have money saved if wanted to kick back and party those months. Who would have thought a carny who got high every day would plan ahead so could have $1000 a week during the off season?</p><p></p><p>Most of the time I had everything I needed but there were a couple times I got into real jams, beginning of season hit a blank spot for 10 days then it rains for 2 weeks or snows... But my pride wouldn't allow me to call my folks. I'm so glad for that pride because my parents (enablers) would have accepted charges on phone call and been running out to a Western Union within a minute of hanging up if called them. </p><p></p><p>The money would have been nice but sitting off by myself in a motel room I wouldn't have had to grow up or learn things, like how to make tomato soup at a bus station condiment bar. How to feed 6 people for $1.50! I also wouldn't have gotten to know some of the best friends a person ever had. Yes they get a few rif raff criminal types passing thru but mostly the people out on a carnival lot were young people (like me) trying to find themselves and true carnys who were born out there (parents too) and lived there entire lives out there often on the same show (good people). </p><p></p><p>I wouldn't have traded that time for anything, memories... Yes the frostbite was sad but it was worth it along side the memory of 20 people sharing a motel room. Wish I could remember name of that old man who kept getting up to rub my feet all night long (he probably saved my feet) There are times it gets bad but the ones who are meant to survive do.</p><p></p><p>I pray my kids never hitchhike but still take pride in and feel I broke a record when I hitchhiked from Tuscaloosa Alabama to Detroit in 23 hours with a 70Lb. duffle bag and a cat! Even stopped for dinner & a shower at a truck stop in Tennessee. Poor kitty... big trucks going by she was "WOOOOW! WOOOOW!" (rofl guess you had to have been there)</p><p></p><p>I still joke every March about how my foot is itching to go. Luckily one of my old friends usually comes up here to work, so I will go out to visit or have a house guest for a few days. There is a lot to be said for going out to see the world before you end up stuck at home, chained to the stove, looking at your kids like they are little ancors that wear diapers. </p><p></p><p>Nancy</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="helpangel, post: 620628, member: 7170"] in my opinion very accurate and not at all inappropriate. You want to see inappropriate? Lets see how long my post gets and probably won't make a point (or one a parent wants to hear LOL) I spent a couple years "living on the road" but never really considered myself homeless. There were times when the term "home" referred to a tent, my car (when had one) or whatever truck my stuff was being stored in, at times home was a backpack & wherever I sat down with it LOL. Other times home referred to my parents house where my stuff was stored and I would mail myself money orders to save for winter - I was working & traveling with carnivals. Thanksgiving - end of January you really needed to have money saved if wanted to kick back and party those months. Who would have thought a carny who got high every day would plan ahead so could have $1000 a week during the off season? Most of the time I had everything I needed but there were a couple times I got into real jams, beginning of season hit a blank spot for 10 days then it rains for 2 weeks or snows... But my pride wouldn't allow me to call my folks. I'm so glad for that pride because my parents (enablers) would have accepted charges on phone call and been running out to a Western Union within a minute of hanging up if called them. The money would have been nice but sitting off by myself in a motel room I wouldn't have had to grow up or learn things, like how to make tomato soup at a bus station condiment bar. How to feed 6 people for $1.50! I also wouldn't have gotten to know some of the best friends a person ever had. Yes they get a few rif raff criminal types passing thru but mostly the people out on a carnival lot were young people (like me) trying to find themselves and true carnys who were born out there (parents too) and lived there entire lives out there often on the same show (good people). I wouldn't have traded that time for anything, memories... Yes the frostbite was sad but it was worth it along side the memory of 20 people sharing a motel room. Wish I could remember name of that old man who kept getting up to rub my feet all night long (he probably saved my feet) There are times it gets bad but the ones who are meant to survive do. I pray my kids never hitchhike but still take pride in and feel I broke a record when I hitchhiked from Tuscaloosa Alabama to Detroit in 23 hours with a 70Lb. duffle bag and a cat! Even stopped for dinner & a shower at a truck stop in Tennessee. Poor kitty... big trucks going by she was "WOOOOW! WOOOOW!" (rofl guess you had to have been there) I still joke every March about how my foot is itching to go. Luckily one of my old friends usually comes up here to work, so I will go out to visit or have a house guest for a few days. There is a lot to be said for going out to see the world before you end up stuck at home, chained to the stove, looking at your kids like they are little ancors that wear diapers. Nancy [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Forums
Parent Support Forums
Parent Emeritus
Living on the street
Top