It amuses me to read about people's surprise about my upbringing and in truth it happens in real life also;' people see what they see and don't tend to scratch the surface, or I don't let them.
Don't get me wrong, I played too, but I had things to do first, responsibilities , and I took them (and take them now) seriously. I'm happy and content with that upbringing and like what it made me.
Sewing was not something I knew how to do (not with a machine) but I could mend a holey sock and sew buttons on by age ten, could iron clothes and all...I am grateful for having parents who thought those things were important and those things, the lessons, were pivotal to my progression through life.
Thank you for complimenting this piece of writing; you know, I put so much into my writing, a lot of the real me, but most never see it...some do though. I like to make people think, as with this post, and that means they sometimes read between the lines and words at what I say without saying it and I really enjoy adding that element. I also like hearing people say they enjoyed responding, so thank you.