I was six years  and my father and my grandma sat me down and I knew it was going to be bad because it was about my mother. My father got up and went to the counter that was next to the couch and picked up a letter that was addressed to me and it was from my mother. I don’t remember everything but i knew they kept the news from me for a couple of weeks until this letter that was sent to me.

My mother was in jail, it was either for doing drugs or something else like I said I don’t remember everything about this moment. But I do remember being sad and wanting to see her more than i ever had before. Just me thinking about how she was locked up somewhere. I was worried and scared that i wouldn’t see her again. All I got was that she was locked up for doing something she shouldn’t have been doing and I didn’t get it, I was just a kid. I love my mom, and I would do anything for her, that is never going to change, I just don’t like the decisions she has made.

When I was a kid I really didn’t get it.Then when I hit my teenage years I realized what actually happened and how it’s affected me and my siblings lives. We all somewhat matured faster than the other kids. Yeah I experienced kids things, throwing my first football, learning how to ride a bike with my dad, you know just stuff kids do. But I also experienced what most kids don’t, a druggie mom that was never really here. 
        

Not all kids moms do drugs and go from a girl scout leader to someone that is never here. I didn’t really get that as a kid, I always looked at it as something that wasn’t important. Then when i got older and connected with my siblings that have felt with what i’m feeling now I looked at things differently. It made me think why think about all the bad things in life when there is so much more to look at.

Why be serious when you can be funny and outgoing? Why think about all that I missed when I was a kid when I could be thinking about all the things I can experience at this age that could drown out all that i’ve felt and have dealt with as a kid and going into my teenage years?  Ever since that day in florida where me and my sister were talking about mom, expressing what I feel which never really happens, and crying for the first time about my mom, I didn’t want to be serious anymore. I want to be the funny and annoying kid that has fun and that doesn’t think about all the depressing stuff. I like it like that, i don’t think that about all that has happened and that’s how I want it to say. I mean it’s high school right ? Have fun and live life in happiness, screw all the bad things that go on and build on the good.

Great message here about how to deal with painful stuff that kids have to go through. It’s one that lots of kids could connect to. The more specific you are with details the stronger this will be. One more rewrite would be good, and spend a little more time on it making sure to read it aloud and check your grammar so it doesn’t distract the reader.