I was raised poor white trash and was taught the lifestyle by older cousins and just went along with it but I knew it was wrong. I was raised by a single mother that worked 12 hour days to keep a roof over our heads. She wasn't around to control me and couldn't had she been there.
At 10 a Swiss army knife from the teachers desk
At 11 I was taught by an older cousin how to take cash from family and freinds purses
At 12 I was a shoplifting pro
At 13 breaking into cars and homes
At 14 I was breaking into businesses
At 15 I was stealing cars
At 15 I spent time in an very unpleasant youth facility with some boys that where very tough and would hurt you if given the chance. I thought I was a tough guy until I met some tough guys in the youth facility and learned I was not really that tough
I survived with a few scraps along the way and decided that was not the way I was going to spend my life. I never stole another thing and never gotten over the guilt
I have tried to make up for what I did as a kid and try to help anybody that's in need. I suppose it's an attempt to make up for what I've done and relieve the guilt
It haunts me to this day and still lowers my opinion of myself. No matter what I do in life in my mind I'm still trash.
It's my cross to bear