0 boobies. boobies. cry. poop. rolled off of a bed before i was able to roll over, hurt my collarbone. 1 2 traveled to visit family in mississippi. bad turbulence left my mom with a terrible fear of flying 3 parents divorced. half brother born. 4 moved to virginia, second half brother born 5 started school (K). ate glue because someone said there was milk in it. a black kid asked for a pencil, i tossed it to him, and it poked him in the eye; everyone called me a racist after that. i was a butterfly in the spring play, i wanted to be the groundhog, but they wanted a boy. 6 played twinkle twinkle little star to earn a place in the recorder ensemble. was placed in a gifted and talented poetry class. i think this was the year we went to the Booker T Washington National monument, http://www.nps.gov/bowa/index.htm at the plantation where he was born. the springhouse struck me profoundly. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Booker_T._Washington 7 got in trouble in class and had to sit in the hall during reading rainbow. 8 learned to do the virginia square dance, i was pretty serious about learning it right. did an after school colonial day with costumes and dancing and such. it was pretty great. 9 pretty sure this is the year i went on a field trip to Old Salem, a living history museum; we dipped candles and made pancakes on a giant hearth. again, profoundly affected me. started playing the clarinet that summer 10 up and moved to CO. custody battle throughout the year. took a soccerball to the face, was knocked out, when i came around they were laughing at me, not helping. got stood up at my first school dance. 11 custody move. forced to get my first communion. started playing in the school band. marched in memorial day parade playing the clarinet, a great experiience 12 was placed in an accelerated 7th and 8th grade program, i enjoyed being around people whos intelligence was closer to mine. was made to see my first of 3 crappy shrinks, got more emotional help out of the car ride with my father. forced to tutor for getting confirmed (catholic) started my period that day, in the church. if that wasnt a sign to get out of the catholic church i dont know what was. i competed in a Mathathon, did pretty good. went to the Liberty Science Center in NJ on a field trip, it was FUCKING AWESOME! i competed in NYSSMA this year, and got an "Outstanding" i still have the medal somewhere. 13 8th grade said "fuck this shit" and moved back to my mom's halfway through the year. made my father cry. im going to stop there. i have a really good memory, and a lot of this dredged up some ugly feelings. i was picked on a lot, and i didnt have many friends. 1-2, maybe. 4 or 5 in 6th grade. more in high school, but even then, more acquaintances than actual friends. i read a lot, still do. still love to learn. still prefer museums and living history, people's stories to dates when it comes to history, though i do believe chronology is VITAL if you have a hard time learning the dates. im not sure the purpose of the question though, its a general, vague question. be better to have a purpose.
My childhood was full of good and bad memories. As for the bad memories, one thing that stands out is that my parents divorced, then re-married eachother, and divorced again by the time I was 10 years-old. That shit fukt with my head. lol I was also semi-homeless with my mom a couple of times in middle school, but she had some friends who let us use their house while they were out of town, and my grandmother(my "dad's" mother) also let us stay with her for a month or two. As for some of the happy memories, I spent a lot of time playing outdoors with my best friend and cousin. We would venture deep into the woods and play in the creek, play in a 15ft deep trench(it felt like a canyon to us), ride bicycles and go-karts, etc. We would also play with action figures(including GI Joe) and watch 80's and early 90's action movies; our favorites of which were mainly Jean-Claude Van Damme movies and Arnold Schwarzenegger movies. lol
Spent alot of my childhood years being afraid of my dad, he's just a scary dude. Had a normal childhood, happy family, went to Catholic school, was just a happy kid all the way around, parents were always cool to me,except for the times when I was bad and dad would come running after me saying....Imma give you a good lickin' girl, get your ass back here.....other than that, childhood was good to me. Still a little nervous around dad though haha
I was a typical child of an alcoholic for the first few years of my life. My days and nights revolved around whether my dad was hungover and whether he was coming home drunk and out of control. Then he died when I was 8 and I had a normal childhood after that, my mom was happier and she had more money and we took vacations and did family stuff all the time and stuff. So I had the childhood from hell then later the childhood from heaven.
I had parents barely in their 20s, and one older sister. We live in 2 countries, and eventually settled in Utah USA when I was 5. That is where I was raised. My parents were divorced when I was age 7. It was then my mom began her education and worked as a nurse. My main activities were bikes, swimming, skiing, horses, and visitation with my dad. He loved to travel, and was a pilot and so he took us on many trips. I always felt a bit of a black sheep in my family. My mom isn't very maternal, my sis was highly irritable, and my dad an alcoholic. It wasn't the most loving and accepting of settings.
I had the perfect childhood. I'm the youngest of 3 kids so my parents knew the ins and outs parenthood and were very leniant and easy going. I can only remember being spanked three times. They weren't even that upset when I shot the windows out of cars with a bb gun or played with gas and fire. I didn't know my older sister very well because she is a full ten years older, but my next oldest sister and I got along pretty well. We fought every now and again, but just the normal sibling stuff. I had two neighborhood friends and the three of us would hang out playing basketball, making forts in the woods, building tree houses, having rock fights, going on adventures through the woods, playing videos games ect. They were like my brothers. I had it good, which begs the question why I turned out the way I did.
