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Being a concerned parent about the grades my son was getting in school, I was inspired to sit at the computer one night and type out a short gothic story, after my son showed me the story he had written for his Junior English class assignment. I didn’t feel that his story showed much thought or interest, so I wanted to see if I could do better, and then show my son how just a little more time and effort could probably get him a better grade. My imagination took me to a subject I could relate to, our current problems with our son and his girlfriend. After I was finished with my Only Child story, I was too worried about putting ideas into my son’s head, and never showed it to him.
I enjoyed putting together the story with some realism from my life, and wanted to repeat that feeling of putting some of my emotions on paper, and produce some clever stories that might interest others. I then decided to work off The Only Child theme and write The Lonely Child. This story elaborated on some of the turmoil we were going through, not getting along with each other as a family, having our teenage son trying to fit in and make his parents happy too.
I wanted to continue writing in the gothic style because it seemed to come naturally. Either because of my black mood I have been in for years, or because I enjoy a twist to the expected, or because I really have a warped mind. I moved on to my Phony Child story. This story helped me get some things off my chest, hoping the reader would be able to emphasize with what some parents have to go through raising their teenagers. We just want our kids to be happy, but we don’t want them to screw up too. We just want them to be perfect, not to make the mistakes we made, skip all those bad things and become President. Well, it doesn’t happen that way. They fight you every step of maturing and ignore you like you’re senile. Before it’s over, you just want to die, but fortunately you can’t will yourself to croak in your sleep. At least, not yet.
I then decided to look into my past and see what kind of scaring I could dig at and expose some of my hideous teenage escapades. This helped me to feel grateful my mother lived through what I threw at her and became my best friend. Of course, my imagination was becoming more fluid with each story, so The Boney Child veers off course from reality more than a little. I love my family very much, and as a parent raising one child, realize that parents are just doing the best they can, but their actions do have lasting consequences, just like each choice a person makes could make their life better or really screw it up. It is an amazing world we live in, both beautiful and ugly, but I wouldn’t change a thing that has happened in my life to this point.
God bless us all.
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