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As the train lurches back into action after a short stop to let more commuters on, I stumble backwards slightly. Not enough to completely lose my footing mind you, but enough to where I accidentally bump into the person behind me.
I turn around (taking out one of my earbuds while I do so to make sure I’m not screaming) to mutter a half-assed apology when to my surprise I see no one standing behind me at eye level.
There is, however, a child, with a backpack on that is as big as his entire body. He’s watching an episode of The Office on his iPhone X, absolutely transfixed by whatever it is that is happening on his screen.
That he is more than likely under ten years old is the first thing that registers in my brain. Why is this boy watching a show about the mundanity of office life? More importantly, why does the smirk on his face suggest that he understands the subject matter?
I don’t think the kid even noticed that I bumped into him. From the outfit he was wearing, I knew that he was on his way to an upscale private school in downtown Chicago and it boggled my mind to see him on the train alone.
I turned back around, unable to concentrate on the podcast that was coming through my headphones. The interaction with him was so incredibly disconcerting I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
I thought back to when my backpack was as big as I was. My mother would walk me to the bus stop each morning and then sometimes even follow behind the bus in her car because I didn’t like being away from her.
In public settings, I would hug my mother or father’s leg frozen in fear of everything around me, and yet this fucking kid is on a train car packed wall to wall with adults, in one of the largest cities in the country, on his way to school alone like it’s no big deal.
Another day as I was leaving work and headed to a bar with some coworkers, I stopped off in a convenience store to buy to a Red Bull. It was a Thursday night and daddy needed a little pick me up before the night could really truly begin.
As I exited the shop an adolescent no older than 12 or 13 years old stopped me and asked if he could bum a cigarette. First of all, I said in my head matter of factly, I only smoke cigarettes when I’m drunk now. I quit chain smoking years ago, and you asking me for a loosey is not helping my fiendish brain from going back into that store and buying myself a freshie pack of Camel Blues. Out loud, I flatly refused him and began walking away.
The kid shrugged me off without a moments hesitation after I told him no. I’m sure I was one of ten or fifteen people he had asked. Surely someone eventually obliged and bought him that pack of Parliaments that he was asking for.
City kids are just a different breed of human. They’re not like other kids their age that grow up riding their bikes around in suburban neighborhoods. They’re grittier and altogether more grown-up. I would not be surprised if that kid who asked me to bum a smoke was already having sex.
Have you ever seen the movie Kids? It’s a disturbing premise but worth a watch none the less. It’s about a group of teens (of various ages) that live in New York City in the ‘90s. They spend their days skateboarding around the city and trying to find an apartment where no parents are home so that they can smoke weed and drink alcohol that they’ve stolen from bodegas.
Up until like my twelfth birthday, I didn’t really enjoy staying over at other people’s homes. I would get uncomfortable being away from my parents for long periods of time and my home environment, which was smack dab in the middle of Suburbia – the farthest thing you could possibly get from the city.
And none of this commentary should be taken as me saying that we should be scared of city kids, it’s just interesting to see how they go about their everyday life in comparison to a suburban kid who wouldn’t be able to hack it for five minutes outside of the friendly confines of his or her suburb.
I’ve noticed since moving back to Chicago just how truly independent a kid who is born and raised in a city like this is. They’re not scared of anything and I get the feeling that they’re just introduced to adult vices at a much earlier age than their suburban counterparts. I don’t know if I find it uncomfortable, intriguing, or something in between – all I know is that city kids are odd birds..
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Grew up in the city, can confirm. I started riding public transportation toward the end of 4th grade because my parents were both busy working and couldn’t afford to pay anyone to pick me up from school. Wasn’t too bad, just taught me to be extra vigilant of my surroundings, something I still do when I’m in a new or sketchy area.
Very strict dichotomy of city kids, at least here in NY. Either exactly as tough as you described, or wildly spoiled, with wealthy parents paying to have every potential inconvenience or city-life removed.
And I bet they’ll make fun of you if you’re looking for a jazz club, too.
How many Eminem fans read “Have you ever seen the movie Kids?” and instantly thought: “No, but I’ve seen the porno with Son Doobiest”?
Grew up in a city and loved every second of it as a teenager. Undoubtedly the best skill is taking public transit alone from a very early age, as you pick up an excellent sense of direction very young. But what’s great about growing up in a city is that you can pretty easily translate those skills you learned growing up into any other city you might visit or live in. Moved to a different major US city post college and while a lot of my buddies who grew up in suburbia were absolute fish out of water while it took me no time to get comfortable.
public transportation may be a city kid thing, but i’ve never been under the impression that small town kids refrain from sex and drugs…
Not saying that small town folks don’t have sex or do drugs. Just saying the city kid is exposed to stuff like that earlier than their suburban counterpart
I think vick vinegar has it right below
Can confirm. I grew up in a town of 800 people so those were about the only recreational opportunities available
Same here, I grew up in a suburb and there was still plenty of sex and drugs in high school
One of my favorite Broad City episodes pictured. “Yas kween, yas kween”
Would’ve killed for the thrill of being a city kid. Suburbia was just so god damn mundane.
>>> People who call themselves “daddy”
I’m a 27 year old man who’s scared of Cali teens
Bodega is, IMO, one of the clearest way to tell if someone is a city person.
The thought of ordering a pizza over the phone gave me crippling anxiety until I was like 14. I can’t even imagine if my parents told me to figure out how to use public transportation.
When I was 6 my parents dropped me off at the Hartsfield-Jackson (then just Hartsfield) ticket counter to board a flight to Houston solo. Pretty sure DFS would have a conniption if somebody did that now.
I went to a private school with a mix of city and suburban kids. Usually you can tell who was who without even asking
I’m sure this trend is much worse in major cities, but I think it’s roughly applicable to that generation in general. I’m a pediatric nurse and some of the crap kids end up in the hospital for I never thought I would encounter in this age group. It’s crazy!
Big Cat?
I’m not gonna touch this one