This word can only relate to me when I see bad little kids in the neighborhood, adults taking a stand against someone or growing up with bad sister and brother.
Growing up, my sisters and brother were bad but my sister who is two years younger then I was the worse.
She rebelled the most out of the four. I mean I did once but that was me being stupid and it never happens again. I remember when she was 15 she ran away from home to a cousin house. We spent 2 weeks trying to find her until one day my big cousin came over and ask me do I know any of her favorite spots.
I thought about it and said yeah. Bartlett park which was 10 minutes away by walking. We jump in the car and drove around the neighborhood and what did you know, there she was walking with 3 other girls going somewhere. I jump out the car, approach her and said come home.
She didn’t try to argue or run. She knew she was caught right when she heard my voice. my sister got in allot more troubled after that but if you asking how she doing now? I’ll say she is doing good. She got two kids and she does her best to work and live life.
Every now and then she will come over to our grandparents’ house and sometimes I’ll listen in. She admits that she was a hand full and that she wishes she would have listened more. But that’s the beauty of it, she notices her own mistakes and admits to it. That tells me she finally gets what I was saying all those years ago.
If you going to rebel, make sure it’s worth it. No need for you to look stupid and I wish you good day.