Anyway, I was born at eleven forty-three post meridiem on Saturday the twentieth of January in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred ninety. From what I’ve been told, I was born with an insane amount of hair and covered in white goo stuff. I had to stay an extra day because of a jaundice issue. However, they released mom before they told her I had to stay another day so she had to leave me there overnight. I was released the next day, but had to come back for a check up the next. That same day there was a blizzard and when mom, dad, and I returned home, they found out that my two sisters and my brother were being held at the schools they attended. So needless to say, after the trouble of dad having to go get them in the blizzard rather than having them already home simply because they took me for a check up I feel guilty. Of course, I don’t remember this, but this is what I’ve been told and I believe it to be true as there would be no reason to lie.
I know that when I was one, mom and dad had been in a car accident. A police officer that was there gave me a teddy bear. That teddy bear's name is Brownie and I still have him. He's a little worn, but he's been there for me when no one else could be. Been through the ups and downs of my entire life. I'm not sure I could live without him. I know that probably sounds strange, but he means everything to me. We've shared so much and I know I could tell him anything and I know I could trust him to never tell anyone else. He listens to me when no one else will.
I don’t remember much of being little, until about age three. Then I have a few short memories. I remember for my birthday that year I got a book reader type thing. Where you pick parts of sentences put them together and make up random silly sentences. I do not remember that mom had broken her wrist and hadn’t been able to bake me a cake. I just remember playing with my gift. I also remember reading with mom. We had this set of books that had mostly words, but had some pictures instead of words. The words of what the pictures were were under the pictures in the margins. The number of pictures progressed as we went along. She would read then point at the picture and I had to tell her what the picture was. I still have these books and cannot wait to be able to use them to help my children how to read. To help start me in learning to count, I would help her keep track of how many scoops of flour or water she used in the kitchen.
At age four, I was learning what I could from mom. As a family, we pretty much all played games together. Although, my younger brother, Brian, was only two, so he couldn't do as much. It was this year that I got to go to Disney World for the first time in my life. I remember loving the castle, the fireworks, the rides, and tracking down Minnie Mouse. I loved It's a Small World, The Little Mermaid show, and being absolutely scared in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. I remember buying my first giant lollipop and a musical clown toy that when you pulled it it played the song from It's a Small World. I still have it. It doesn't work as well, but I still love it. At age four, I also broke my left arm for the first time. I had been intrigued by an older sibling's bike that was much too large for me, but I tried to get on anyway. Well, the end results was me on the ground under the bike. From what I've been told, as I don't really remember what happened after that, I tried to get my father's attention who was mowing, but he couldn't figure out why I was crying and holding my arm. So naturally, i had to go find mom. I ended up going through two casts(red and pink) and I had broken both bones. I remember being scared to death of the "tickle" machine. The saw thing they use to cut the cast off. I hated the x-rays which caused more pain than when I had originally broken my arm. I remember after getting my first cast and the initial x-rays, we went to Hardee's to eat. I don't remember much else from age four.
Alright, moving to me turning five. For my birthday, mom (and dad, I guess) got me a set of play houses and the little dolls that went with them. Mom made sure she had bought me every set they had made. I think that was the biggest birthday I had. I would play with the houses for hours. I would play with mom and Brian the most. I honestly don't remember playing much with my older siblings. I know that I shared a room with Brandy and Brian for most of my childhood. The walls were very pink. My brother probably hated it. I know that I started school that fall.
To be continued...