Rolling cigarettes

My parents divorced when I was 5 years old and once a month I would go to my dads for the weekend. He lived in a mobile home park and let me run around pretty much without rules except don't bring the cops to his door. I remember being 6 years old sitting at the table in the kitchen being put to work rolling cigarettes. He showed me how to work the machine and everything. I was probably the only kid at school who knew how to do that or open a beer using the door jam.

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AngelUnforgiven · 51-55, F

Miserable people will always judge and try turn your memories into something tragic, just remember that only 🫵 know how those things may or may not have affected the way you've decided to live your life 🩵

My uncle had a juke joint, hole in the wall and i would be in there eating pickles and drinking cokes at 6 years old and listening to the blues. People were dancing, smoking, drinking around me, as i colored in coloring
books, so didn't grow up to be some alcoholic because of it , I don't drink alcohol or smoke, i never have. But i do color still everyday! Do not let them take your joy!

separatetheheart · 31-35, MNew

@AngelUnforgiven It wasn't really joyful because I hated being made to roll his cigarettes and I also hated to be the beer fetcher but it always could have been worse. The juke joint sounds pretty cool and quite the lively place to be.

YoMomma · 41-45

I remember going to my dad’s house and eating captain crunch cereal when we were kids and our mom separated from him for awhile (they got back together latter)