My inner jungle gym

When I was young both my parents worked full time. I went to daycare for most of the day, but I was o.k. with that. I loved daycare. I got to play with friends and have a good time. My favorite part about daycare was the jungle gym that took up the entire back yard. There are no good pictures to accurately represent the incredibleness of this playground, but the picture on the left will get your imagination started. Anyways, this daycare with its intense playground had its rules. And I followed these rules to the T. The daycare was well organized and was very efficient in handling 20+ kids at a time, thanks to the rules set in place. The rules and organization that I was a part of when I was a kid and having two working parents are two shaping factors of who I am today.

Having both my parents working full time, I was brought up to be an independent child. I was able to be productive by myself. Then with the enforced rules at daycare my life was very structural. Both attributes/ topics define my being today. I work well be myself but I also can function well in groups because of the exposure to daycare as a child. I am very organized and usually set up lists for the week/day of what needs to be accomplish, the structural side of me. And I find that my morals are based more on rules of what I think is or is not the correct and/ or right way for things to happen. A grand narrative that was hiding under the surface of my conscious, placed there way back when I was young. This historical archive I have depicts my inner mobility, my structural jungle gym of a system that guides me on the right path.