MY CHILDHOOD (PART 1)
MY CHILDHOOD (PART 1)

I was born in Philadelphia USA and grew up in Ohio till age 7.

 

I have 3 older brothers, 1 older sister and 1 younger brother.

A big family of 8 living in poverty is what I remember most of my life. I grew up in a very strict Christian family and even lived with the Amish for a while. 

I remember wearing dresses and skirts all the time with head coverings, milking the cows and sowing cloths.

I never had a tv growing up it was of the devil as my parents used to say and of course no mobile phones.

All of us: my mom and dad on the right, younger brother on the bottom, older sister in the middle and 3 older brothers on the left 🙂

We used to live on a nice farm in Ohio with all the animals you could think of. So far away from the city and people.

We were home schooled cause as you can see my parents are very anti government and anti doctors.

Everything was at home. Even our births were with a midwife at home.

I remember being very isolated from “the world”.

They wanted to keep us as far away from sin as much as they could.

What they didn’t know is that doing that could do the exact opposite for a kid.

My dad used to work selling apple sauce and my mom was a stay-at-home mom to take care of us 6 kids. 

They used to provide food for us by dumpster diving behind big supermarkets to get food that is still good but has been thrown out.

Today I look back and that sounds horrible but at that age little did I know. As long as we had food on the table, we were all happy.

When I was 7 years old my parents decided to pack up everything they had and sell what they can and move to “The holy land” Israel.

They are sure America is going down the tubes and Israel is where the messiah is going to return to and where we need to be. 

As a child I had no idea what’s going on, I thought were going on a trip and we’ll be back soon.

I found myself on a plane for the first time in my life experiencing an outside world I never saw before.

We landed in Tel Aviv and moved to Jerusalem to live in the old city in a hostel. 

Imagen 8 people living in 1 small room. 

I remember the weather being so hot all the time, people speaking in a language I never heard, it was always crowded with people everywhere. I wasn’t used to seeing different people around me like that before.

We saved up enough money and got donations from friends to go on a trip to Egypt and Jorden. 

I was so small to remember everything clearly, but I do remember seeing the pyramids 

(they’re not that big as they are in the movies lol).

My brothers found a job building roofs for 3$ an hour. 

Trying our best to settle in a totally new country, new culture and learning a new language. 

TO BE CONTINUED …

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