I remember when I was five, I was walking down the street holding my mom's hand. We were on the "good" side of the tracks and the so called socs. I was wearing a pink skirt with a pink short sleeved shirt and my hair was in a ponytail.
My mother and I passed a woman in a blue shirt tucked into a pair of white skinny jeans. She was holding the hand of a young boy whose hair was long but not to long. The boy was wearing blue jeans and a black tee shirt.
We passes them and I looked back at the boy and he looked back at me we made eye contact for a short amount of time tell my mom yelled at me.
"Stop looking at that filthy greaser child Cony. He is not from the side of the tracks we socialise with."
Mom was always telling me what to do, what was proper and not. Given she was my mother I understand but I couldn't see what was wrong with the other side of the tracks they were people too they just don't have the money that we do.
"Mommy, why is that woman giving us a mean look?" I heard the young boy ask his mom.
His mother replied simply "just ignore her, she thinks that because we live in a different neighborhood than her that she is better than we are. People from this side will always look at us like that the only thing you should do is ignore it to the best of your ability."
The words she had said that day stuck in my mind better than anything else my mother had ever told me in my lifetime. Ever since I can remember my mother and father have had money and was snooty to people who didn't.
My parent were always arguing and they were also always taking their arguments out on me. A lot of the times they would blame me for there problems and i hated it. I would always go to school with bruises and i would always daydream about living on the "wrong" side of the tracks.
Little did I know that boy I had made eye contact with that day would become my best friend and my escape from the hardships of being in an evil rich family.