To put me through school my morn had to work, so I was a latchkey kid.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent's apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.
As a little boy, I apparently had a predilection for undoing latch gates, running up pathways and ringing doorbells - and then running off again and away before the door was opened behind me.
When I was a child, I wanted to be important.
After school, I'd wait for someone to pick me up and no one would, so I'd be like, 'I guess I'll walk home.' I had to be a hustler, because nobody did anything for me.
I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work, and I'd go and work my way through the children's area.
When I was younger, even though I had a big brother, my parents would give me the house key every day.
I always went to school, and when I was working, I had tutoring every day. I still had a childhood.
I was an elementary school teacher.
In the fourth grade, I learned how to fake walking into a door. You know, you hit it with your hand and snap your head back. The girls loved it.
I remember, my mom didn't have any help, so if she needed to be somewhere after school, we'd just go down to the neighbors' and she'd give us a snack and make sure we did our homework. There weren't any latchkey kids.