When I was a kid, my mom put me in daycare.
I remember going to the daycare center until I was old enough to stay dwelling by myself.
I hated going to the daycare center after school. There were constantly a bunch of crying children in there and it was hard to think. When I was 12 years old, my mom started to let me stay by myself. I had everything that I needed. My mom purchased me some popcorn to eat after school and a couple of things that I could put in the microwave. She usually gets home around 6:30 in the evening. She would bring supper dwelling or make something when she arrived. I was supposed to have my homework done when my mom got home from work. I was never allowed to go outside and play with my friends unless my mom was home. I broke the rules one time and my mom made me go to daycare for a week. I still do not care for the sound of children crying. It reminds me of the daycare. I have a job working in the A/C repair industry. I frequently encounter the sound of children crying. It still makes me feel worried every time I hear it. I was helping a client with a ductless A/C system repair on Sunday and her baby was crying in the next room. The person was trying to ignore the crying while I repaired the ductless A/C system. She was doing a good job, but it was a lot harder for me to ignore the crying child.