"OATMEAL w/CARNATION MILK"...

Where did time go? I think I spent half of my childhood at a friends house. Gail Carr(Richardson). Her Mom {R.I.P. Stella} use to make this oatmeal w/carnation milk. I mean that's all we knew, I just haven't had oatmeal like that in 40 yrs..We didn't know we were "Po" We knew we ate a good meal and was Happy... all I knew I was the happiest at someone else's house.Some part of our past just sticks with you just like the oatmeal with the carnation milk..This is a part of the past we can bring with us..We looked out for each other back then, now we only look out for SELF. All the clothes I had, somebody gave them to me, and i was more than happy to received them, although I didn't know where they came from.Now a days We can't stand to see one another with anything, too busy trying to keep up with the Jones, just make sure the Jones isn't trying to keep up with you first. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up..We don't appreciate things or people like we use to. Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well. We had folks looking out for us, helping us get a job and keeping it..you earned your stripes because you had somebody looking after you making sure you got what you deserve. A friend reminded me today that not only do we get recognition for a job done well but the person next to you get the same recognition and haven't done anything. How does that happen?.Is it fair. No..He also said when you don't  have nobody fighting for you,looking after your well being, This is what happens.Where I been, If you didnt deserve it, you didnt get it..It is up to us to give ourselves recognition. If we wait for it to come from others, we feel resentful when it doesn't, and when it does, we may well reject it. Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.but when a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: 'Whose?' When I want to get thru the hustle of the day, I think of child hood memories.when you had real friends, real lovers, real folks looking out for you, real neighbors who were second parents to us kids..Now we don't have friends we have associates, We pretend with the fake relationships and we don't know our neighbors..All of us have moments in our childhood where we come alive for the first time. And we go back to those moments and think, This is when I became myself..Everything else you grow out of, but you never recover from childhood..I think I need tok keep some carnation milk in the house to bring back the good childhood memories because if you carry your childhood with you, you never become older..