I am six years old; it is lunch time. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich gets sat in front of me; “eat up,” says my mom. I struggle to chew as the bread starts sticking to the roof of my mouth. Half way done with the sandwich, “I’m done.”
Nobody quite prepares you for the day you leave your whole life, to move into a tiny room, only to be surrounded by thousands of strangers every day.
It was a normal day in September, I was eight years old, starting my day at Independence Elementary School.
Many young adults and teenagers turn to babysitting to earn money. It can be a nerve-racking experience to babysit for the first time.