It took me almost a lifetime to absorb the blows of my childhood so thoroughly I had to grow up fast. I was able to write about my bleak upbringing in a an alcoholic household in limerick Ireland.I have to grow up fast and go get money for my family because we live in abject poverty in limerick's notorious slums and sharing the same flea-ridden bed with my family.
Another reason I wanted and need to grow up was we were hungry and always cold and my father wasn’t here to help so I stepped up. When my baby brother dies of pneumonia and than the following six months later I really had to step up because my mom just lost my younger siblings and she had a lot on her back by trying her best by herself t take care of all her kids on her own.
which was hard because we were poor and didn’t have nothing because our father spend our money to get drink which i guess more important than his family. I stepped up to help and show my mother what a real man should do which was to help there family and struggle with them and not leave them and also setting an example for my younger siblings.
Neary, Lynn. “Frank McCourt's Humor Transcended Tragedy.” NPR, NPR, 20 July 2009, www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=106795160.
“Frank McCourt, 1930 - 2009.” Los Angeles Times, Los Angeles Times, latimesblogs.latimes.com/thedailymirror/2009/07/frank-mccourt-1930-2009-.html.
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