I look out my apartment’s sliding glass door.
The view, the snow-covered grass park I spent
countless hours together with my wonderful teen
friends, brings back many happy memories.
The majority of these friends no longer walk
the paths within the park.
Some relocated due to jobs, some moved
away for other reasons and sadly many no
longer walk this place we call Earth.
Reflecting back to yesteryears there were
two sets of teenagers, the elite a.k.a. jocks
and the poor a.k.a. hoodlums, a group of
friends who were labelled ‘The Park Gang’.
Although an honor roll student in school,
I was a better fit for the latter group. Why?
My dysfunctional family was in the ‘ugh’
classification ‘poor’.
We were simply a group of friends
who spent time together enjoying
Mother Nature’s beauty and idle chit-chat.
On days when enough of us showed to hang
out we’d shoot hoops or utilize the ballfield.
The past is history; however, the same feeling
of ‘bullying’ persists via comparison of parents’
wealth.
I won’t apologize for my misfortune. I’d rather
concentrate on the present and hope for
improvement of current circumstances in the
near future.
Wealth doesn’t define a person; however, some
well-off people continue to be quite snobbish and
know-it-alls.
jaquintinwriter 
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