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It Doesn’t Take 12 Steps To Change, It Just Takes This ONE
If you’re expecting another “4 Steps To Change Your Life For The Better” articles, you’re wrong. You only need one step.
When I was a kid, we’d go to grampa’s house. It was a small house…like REEEAALLLY little and to give you reference, today they call homes like that ‘tiny houses.’
Crazy how there’s a name for it, right? To us, it was just home. Why do we feel compelled to label everything?
…but I digress…
We lived in SoCal.
Ok, we lived in L.A.
Ok, ok…we lived in East L.A., which was gang-banger central back in those days.
Also worth noting is I’m Hispanic (100%, not 18% Irish or 26% Cherokee…I’m all brown my homie), and all that to say is my whole family lived on the same block. Grampa and gramma, my aunts, uncles, and my cousins. We legit grew up and stayed in the same dang hood.
But back to grampas house.
We’d all congregate there pretty often. Especially the kids. Me and all my cousins. And we’d almost always end up in the den watching cartoons together.
