| MY HISTORY |
| My life This the real story of my life. I was born in dec 25, 1979 at 3:09am. i delayed christmas for my family for 2 weeks. dohh my bad. but oh well. I dont realy remember much of my infant-hood. I heard its kinda hard to remember. Well aparently i like to pee in my moms face alot. I didnt realy do that much to the guys. awkard. but oh well. My first word was "dog." I still like dogs to this day. I do remember a few things. One being when i was wery little. I was at my babysitter's house "Jody and Wilbert" was their names. anyways they had natural gas heating and one day i decided to be adventerous and try to reach inside this gas furnace(aka..fire) and i learned realy quickly how hot fire is. i also remember my grandma washing me in their kitchen sink. Ive seen pictures of this, but I realy believe it is my memory of what i recall. My next major memories involve my "indent" that appears right between my eyes, the area where a uni-brow forms. Anyways I was outside playing at my aunt lisa's (my dads side) anyways I don't remember if i provoked this or not. But anyways i remember a black kid (just adding detail to my story) pushed me down in this pile of broken glass, then threw an unbroken soda bottle on me. So I went inside to her trailer (my memory stops here) and she freaked and rushed me to the emergency room. Another faint memory of when i was younger is I was at my dads trailer (my parents were poor back in the day..see what children do to you!!) anyways I remember him making pancakes and setting the fire alarm off. I also remember sitting near an endtable and playing with some hot wheels trucks and trailers, I recall him being on the phone and still playing with me. His lamp had 4 "legs" and i would drive them under and around the legs. Also another Lisa story. Apparently whenever i would go over to her house they would teach me new words like..F%&@, S@%&, A&&hole etc etc. and also when my dad would command me to go beat up or pee on somebody. I was a punk when i was younger, impressionable but still a punk. Well my parents got a divorce. something over something that happened to my sister. Anyways my mom found another guy named Kevin and eventually married him. I didnt realy like him, cause i wanted to be with MY dad not him. Well he had an apartment and me and my sister (once again parents being poor) slept in a walk-in closet in his one-bedroom apartment. Also our table was made of plywood and milk crates. declined-technology!! Well anyways my mom found a job at some uniform place or something like that. Some menial factory work. One thing that was very impressionable upon me even as a child was that my parents always relied on getting quasi-so-so jobs. more or less minimum wage stuff. My mother was always relient upon men for her satisfaction and apparently for her welfare for the most part. To this day I don't believe my mom has found out what makes HER happy. If it my theory is wrong then why does her life consist of watching tv, smoking cigs, and drinking soda. I mean talking about having the life sucked out of you. That is the image of my mom in my mind from the time i was at least 10. And the older I got the more lifeless she seemed. I thoroughly believe her life lacks luster, excitement and personal enjoyment. But anyways enough about her this is my life, gosh-darn it. So Kevin and Sandy moved us into an apartment. (Apparently we digged through the couch and found enough money this time). I remember his sister, Kim, living on the other side of the fence in another apartment complex. Then we moved from there to about 3/10 of a mile up the street at these red roofed apartments on about 14st and Memorial Drive. Most of my >10 years old memories come from this place. I rember that me and my sister has this play kitchen right next to the real kitchen. Also our back patio was enclosed by a fenced in, we had piles of rocks on both sides and me and my sister had those 3 wheeled plastic bikes things. and we rode them up and down them. Me and my sister shared a room in the upstairs. I remember my mom gave me her old stereo and we listened to it alot. mainly 80's pop and country. Alot of the older country music I like today I can blame it on this time period for me liking them. We had bunk beds. and i remember i always used to be afraid I was going to roll of the top of the bed. OH NO god forbid i might fall 4 feet!! also we had OVER sized pencils i remember those tall FAT pencils very well, and for some reason I remember sharpening them in the living room. For christmas one year they (kevin and sandy) got me this hot wheels play set. It was a put together kind with 2-car garages posing as shops. had street "lights" that you could adjust to change the color by sliding a lever. I remember when I got it I for saw it sitting inside this cardboard box and I said "its not put together!" and they said "Yes it is, I spent all night putting it together." My school life is kinda easier to remember. I attended kindergarten at this one place off of Virgin Street(in the ghetto!) there was a brick church right in front of the street you turned down to get it. Thats the only way I could find it. When I was 19 I drove by there and if I remember that church had burnt or something like that. Anyways at this place we had to older lady teachers. They read the "zippeedee doo dah" stories or something like that every day. One of my fav things about this place was it was a BIG area complete with this cubby-holed like apparatus and it was fun to play in. I remember one time my dad and my sister picked me up from this place dont remember why. I attended daycare at this place I didnt like at ALL. It was a semi-circular steel building.(for some reasons those were popular in Tulsa at the time). Anyways the place ground was cool and i remember playing ring-around-the-rosie. I had morning kindergarten so by the time I got there they were having there afternoon snack. I remember them serving this peach (i think) drink and to this day i despice that smell, taste etc. and I remember them having this high-chair thing I think it was for bad people and I believe I was afraid of getting put in there. I might have though..dont remember.. |
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