When I was in 4th grade, leading into my 5th grade summer, I had to deal with my parent's divorcing. For a couple of months, I had to deal with not being able to ask my father questions and having my mom, who at the time was annoying me. I didn't think much of it for about the first month or two but sooner or later it was to grow on me. I couldn't stop thinking about when I was going to see my dad and when is this no-dad thing going to end. When my parents divorced, I learned you just have to move on, other times you have to be proud of what you have, sometimes you have to look out for something, and sometimes things come to you.
             I remember distinctly the day that I was in my family car with my mom. She would say, "Donny, what would you think if me and your father divorced?" I was young and didn't know what to say.
             "Because his problem is getting out of hand."
             "No, and I married him because I thought he could take care of a family but so far he's done nothing but let me down." I knew then and there that she was right and I was wrong.
             "Okay." Little did I know about how much, months later, that was going to make me mad that I said that. I moved on though and was not involved much with my father's moving out of the house.
             I remember that every now and then people would come over to my house and ask where my dad was. I wouldn't tell them that my parents divorced; I just simply said 'I'm only with my mother now'. Some people understood, other people just didn't think much of it. I hoped that people wouldn't think badly of me and that I was the one that caused my parents to divorce to I tried to keep it to myself that my parents divorced. I think that was when I noticed that if you are proud of what you have that people don't think to have sympathy to
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