Dad opened the flap of my tent, “Hey, Darius, I need the backyard to set up for my birthday party.”
I nodded. As Dad walked back to the house. I packed up my tent and placed my belongings in my black duffle bag. That night, Dad allowed me to sleep in his car that was parked in the garage.
You may be wondering what type of parents would make their sixteen year old live in a tent in their backyard or even sleep in their car when they have a house. Well, honestly, I left my parents with no choice. Continue watching my story and you’ll see what I mean.
When I was about fifteen years old, I wasn’t allowed to go out with my friends unless chaperoned by one of my parents. While my other friends were able to enjoy life, and date, I decided to stay at home. How embarrassing would it be if my parents were at the same table hanging out with my friends! My younger sister, Grace, didn’t mind but I wanted the freedom that my other friends had.
I found that freedom with a group of older boys. I honestly can’t remember how we began to hang together, I just remember we used to hang out a lot. But, these boys lived in nicer neighbours than I did and their parents were doctors and lawyers so I was quite surprised when I realized the kind of things they did.
As much as I wanted my freedom, this freedom came with choices and consequences which I didn’t understand at the time. Anyway, my new friends embraced me and to prove myself I did everything they wanted me to do, including skipping school. As long as I did everything they wanted they got me new clothes and shoes and anything else that I wanted. Life was good!
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