When I would get home from kindergarten it was a roll of the dice if my mom was home or not.
One of my earliest gen-X memories is climbing onto the counter and making a pan of scrambled eggs for myself because my parents were still blackout drunk. I was 3.
When I would get home from kindergarten it was a roll of the dice if my mom was home or not.
One of my earliest gen-X memories is climbing onto the counter and making a pan of scrambled eggs for myself because my parents were still blackout drunk. I was 3.
…Thats not a gen-x memory
…Thats just child abuse
“Why’s this bottle of chewable Tylenol say ‘Keep out of reach of children’? I’m a child and I can read the directions just fine”