Daughter of a cop

My dad has been a part of the police force in every town my family has lived in. When I was younger my family moved around, but the thing that remained constant was that my dad was a cop. When I started school my family settled in a small town where my dad eventually became the chief of police after a few years.

Since my dad was the chief of police, my dad, and my family, was well known. When I walked around town with my sister, people we didn’t know would wave at us or say “Hi” while walking past. Everyone in my class knew my dad was a cop because he taught the drug prevention programs at my grade school. For kids in grade school, it was awesome to have a dad as a cop. It meant I got to ride in the police cars if my dad needed to pick me up while he was on duty. 

I was proud to tell anyone my dad was a police officer. For me it meant I could get answers to any of my questions that were about the police force.  I heard stories of accidents my dad had been at, and got to see the police station when I visited my dad at work. 

When I started high school my dad became the Student Resource Officer. This meant that my dad now worked for the school district and every student in the school could see him in the high school office or at football and basketball games. He was in charge of drug prevention programs in the schools and worked closely with the officers that owned the drug dogs.

Since having drugs and drinking under the age of 21 is illegal in the US, anyone who wanted to do anything like that had to avoid me. In high school, I barely heard about people who did drugs or drank alcohol. If I heard anything it was in passing and I didn’t pay that much attention to it. The people who became my friends were people who would never touch drugs in their life. I heard about several people drinking alcohol while underage, but I never learned more about it. People who did illegal things did not talk to me about them

As for drugs, I never heard anything about people who did drugs. It was only after high school that I found out about one person who had been drinking and doing drugs through high school. I wasn’t even exposed to people smoking cigarettes until I started college.  In high school, anyone who did drugs avoided me because they did not want to get caught. There were people I suspected of doing drugs, but I avoided them either because my dad asked me to or because their overall personality was not appealing to me.

Being the daughter of a cop, I got to see all the pipes that had been confiscated from drug users, and marijuana that had been taken from a drug dealer. I even got to ride in the front seat of the police cars and play with the drug dog. I got to know the other police officers that my dad worked with and even baby-sat some of their kids. In high school, I never heard about drugs from my peers and definitely never got pressured to try drugs.

Some might claim that I missed out on an important experience that is part of growing up and I can neither agree nor disagree because I have no idea what I missed out on.  I will say I grew up naïve to the amount of people who smoked and drank alcohol illegally during high school. Having a dad who is a cop has made me feel more secure though. In high school I did not have to worry about being pressured into taking drugs and was spared from having to hide friends from my dad because they took drugs. I also got to see what drugs looked like but didn’t have to worry about being pressured into trying them. Overall, I think that I haven’t missed out on much. Instead, I have gotten to know the police force on a personal level and gained the protection that comes with having a cop as a father.