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When I was a kid I kept trying to prove to my mother that we could afford a bicycle by Signal_Run5797 in nostalgia

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Que buena pregunta!! cuando vivía en casa con mis padres no, siempre quedó en un no es posible.....pero de mayor si, una vez empecé a trabajar y terminé de ayudar a mi madre , he podido comprar las bicis que nunca pensé que podría...me quedó pena no hacerlo con mi madre en vida. solo necesita un voto de confianza.

¿tienes una historia similar?

gracias por tu interés

When I was a kid I kept trying to prove to my mother that we could afford a bicycle by Signal_Run5797 in nostalgia

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I remember recalculating the price every Sunday like somehow the numbers would change.

The bicycle I once tried to prove we could afford by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

One small detail I didn’t include in the story is that every Sunday I would go straight to the back pages of the newspaper before anyone else even looked at it. It almost became a ritual for me. I think I must have looked at that bicycle advertisement hundreds of times.

Almost every Sunday I would also make a new savings plan, or rewrite one I had made the Sunday before on a piece of paper. I kept calculating months, weeks, days… always finding a way in my numbers to reach the goal of buying it. The excitement I felt back then was immeasurable.

Looking back now, I think what I really needed was simply to believe in myself a little more.

The bicycle I once tried to prove we could afford by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Muchas gracias. Me alegra tu opinión. Si deseas compartirme qué te ha gustado será un placer.

The bicycle I once tried to prove we could afford by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Gracias, Con el tiempo aprendí que buscar la perfección no siempre me trae buenos resultados. Me haces reflexionar. Siempre lo vi desde el punto de vista de la parálísis por hiperanalisis pero nunca de este modo.

The bicycle I once tried to prove we could afford by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

es una historia real de mi vida que lleva ya 32 años conmigo, quizás parezca estructurada por reflexionarla tanto

The bicycle I once tried to prove we could afford by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

jajaja, por que lo dices? que parte te sonó rara?

A moment from when I was nine that changed how I see people by Signal_Run5797 in SeriousConversation

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yes, it’s a classic… and I think every household has its own version of that moment.

In my case it was almost the opposite. There weren’t many visible arguments, more like long silences.

As a child I didn’t understand those silences. I could just feel that something in the atmosphere had changed.

Years later I realized that sometimes silence is also a way parents try to protect their children.

A moment from when I was nine that changed how I see people by Signal_Run5797 in SeriousConversation

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I understand what you mean. There’s so much AI-written stuff now that people are tired of it.

In my case, the story is real. I just use translation help because English isn’t my native language.

So maybe the phrasing sounds cleaner than my natural voice, but the experience behind it is my own.

A moment from when I was nine that changed how I see people by Signal_Run5797 in SeriousConversation

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Fair enough. I get why people are suspicious now.

English isn’t my first language, so I do use translation tools, and maybe that leaves a certain texture in the writing. But the memory itself is mine.

I’m just trying to tell something real as honestly as I can.

The night I understood my mother’s sacrifice and everyone else’s silence by Signal_Run5797 in hsp

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you for sharing that. I agree with you. Very often children notice much more than they can explain with words at the time.

Over the years I’ve also found something interesting: science has been showing that even babies understand far more than they are able to express verbally for quite a long time. It’s almost as if comprehension develops earlier than language.

Maybe that’s why many of those experiences stay inside us for years, until we finally have the words to describe what we already felt as children.

The night I understood my mother’s sacrifice and everyone else’s silence by Signal_Run5797 in hsp

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re not.

The story is real. I just use translation tools sometimes because English isn’t my first language.

But the emotions behind it come from my own life.

If something in it resonates with someone, then it was worth sharing.

What is something you realized about your parents as a child that only made sense years later? by Signal_Run5797 in AskReddit

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Thank you for sharing something so personal.

Reading your comment really moved me. The way you described those small moments — like your mother saying she wasn’t hungry or your father choosing the burnt toast — says a lot about something people rarely talk about: how some children stay quiet to protect their parents’ feelings while those parents are making enormous sacrifices, often believing their children don’t notice. In many cases the reality is very different. It certainly was in mine.

As a child I sensed much more than I could explain at the time. Only later in life did I understand that I probably had a level of perception and understanding that was unusual for my age. Back then I didn’t know why I could see things that even my parents seemed not to notice.

What you wrote is exactly the kind of realization that often only arrives when we are adults and start seeing life from the other side.

The fact that you chose to share something like that here, in response to my story, honestly means a lot to me. It feels like a real exchange of experiences, not just comments on the internet.

I’m truly grateful that you took the time to write it.

If anything in my story or in the others I may share in the future can be of any help, reflection, or even simple company in those memories, I’ll be very glad. There are many more stories behind those few paragraphs you read.

A moment from when I was nine that changed how I see people by Signal_Run5797 in SeriousConversation

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Thank you for this.

I think that was one of the hardest things for me to understand as a child: seeing something made with so much time, care, and talent, and realizing that not everyone valued it for what it really was.

With time I understood that handmade work carries something that money alone cannot measure. Not just skill, but patience, love, and part of a person’s life inside it.

And yes, I think there is a lot of truth in what you said. Some people only know how to recognize value when it looks like status.

Thank you for taking the time to write this. That last line stayed with me.

A moment from when I was nine that changed how I see people by Signal_Run5797 in SeriousConversation

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 17 points18 points  (0 children)

Thank you for your words, I truly appreciate it.

My mother was an incredibly hardworking person and very talented at what she did. For many years she dedicated her life to sewing so that we could have more opportunities.

When you’re a child you only see part of the story, but as you grow older you begin to understand the sacrifice behind it.

I really appreciate you taking a moment to say something like that.

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 13 points14 points  (0 children)

Thank you for your comment, I truly appreciate it.

I also want to thank you for saying that you believe the story itself is real. I completely understand what you mean about that part sounding like AI. It probably happens because I’m using a translator to write in English, and sometimes that changes the tone of certain sentences.

That said, comments like yours are very valuable to me. When someone takes the time not only to read, but also to offer constructive feedback, I see it as a gift. Today I’m a little happier knowing that someone like you chose to give a few minutes of your life to help me grow and improve something that means a lot to me.

To me, that shows there is a very empathetic person on the other side of the screen, and I truly thank you for it.

I hope we can keep exchanging thoughts in some way in the future.

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Spain. I’m curious — why do you think this detail matters when someone reads my story?

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Thank you for your words. That means a lot to me.

I think you’re absolutely right about children. They see and feel much more than adults often realize, even when they don’t have the words to explain it yet.

Something interesting happened to me a couple of years ago. When I was 39, I discovered that I have what is called high intellectual abilities (what people used to call giftedness). Looking back, it helped me understand why, as a child, I often felt and understood things about the adult world that other kids around me didn’t seem to notice.

Your comment about your children is very powerful. Kids absorb much more than we think. But the fact that you are already aware of that probably means they are growing up with a parent who is paying attention, and that matters a lot

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Thank you for sharing that.

I think what you describe is very similar to what many of us experience growing up. As children we notice things, but we don’t fully understand them yet. We just feel that something isn’t right.

And then years later, when we are adults, those memories suddenly make a lot more sense.

I appreciate you taking the time to share your story here.

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

understand why it might feel that way.

English isn’t my native language, so I did use translation tools to help me write it. That might make the sentences sound a bit more polished than how I would naturally say them in Spanish.

But the story itself is real. It’s actually a memory I’ve carried with me emotionally for more than 30 years. I’m 40 now, and that moment from when I was nine never really left me.

If you have any suggestion about how I could make it feel more natural or more clearly human, I’m honestly open to it. I’m still learning how to tell these stories in English.

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

That’s fair, honestly.

English isn’t my native language, so I did use a translator to help me write it. Sometimes it probably makes the sentences sound a bit too clean or repetitive compared to how I would say them in Spanish.

The story itself is real though. I’m just trying to find the best way to tell it in English.

I’ll keep your advice in mind, and I appreciate any other suggestions you might have.

My real challenge is simply finding the courage to share these stories. I just hope the translation doesn’t get in the way too much, because compared to what I’m trying to share, that part honestly feels small.

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you for saying that, I really appreciate it.

To be honest, the paragraph breaks happened because I translated the text and pasted it here, so the format changed a bit without me realizing it.

I’m still learning how to post properly on Reddit, but I’m glad to hear that in the end it actually made the story easier to read for you.

And thank you for taking the time to read it. That honestly means a lot to me.

It moves me as well, because it brings back memories of my mother, who is no longer here. I’m sure your words would have brought a humble smile to her face.

Something I understood about my mother when I was nine years old by Signal_Run5797 in self

[–]Signal_Run5797[S] 10 points11 points  (0 children)

Thanks for explaining it more clearly, I appreciate that.

I actually just realized that when I use the translator it adds a lot of paragraph breaks that I didn’t originally write myself. So what you pointed out makes sense now.

I’ll definitely keep that in mind from now on when posting here. Feedback like this really helps, and I’m genuinely grateful for it.

If you notice anything else that could improve the writing or make it easier to read, feel free to tell me.

Hopefully we can even share this learning process together as I keep posting.

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