Chapter 1.

There are a few things that I remember from my childhood. There are these little moments that stick within my mind that I cannot seem to forget no matter how old I get. When I was born, I was 4lbs, 3 months early, not breathing, and no heartbeat. I was purple and I wasn’t supposed to make it. Twenty-Eight years later and here I am! Alive kicking and wondering what the fuck I am doing with my life. Or how I even got here. Now, before I get off track because I am likely to do that lets begin.

I was born in this catholic church, and it was in Pennsylvania. There are a few memories that I have in that state, though I don’t remember how old I was I remember a few things before getting into Kindergarten. The first memory I have is when I looked out my parent’s bedroom window and saw my mom walking our German Shepherd. Kimba, was her name, actually. She was a good dog, and she was my first protector, I think. I vaguely remember stories of my mom telling me about her because I don’t remember much but the biggest thing was how much she hated my Dad. This in turn actually made it us have to lose her. Though, those details I don’t remember. All I basically remember is that day with her. I remember that day, and it’s probably the only memory I have of my first dog – but that memory goes before that. Something I do not believe is a good idea to actually delve into just yet. This is just beginning and I don’t want to scare anyone off.

On, second thought – let me let you know what you’re getting into when you read this little life of mine. The reason I remember that day is because it’s my first memory. I don’t remember how it happened, or anything leading up to the moment but I remember jumping off that bed and looking out the window to see my Mom and Kimba heading into the apartment. On the bed with me was my Father, and let’s just say this is exactly where you think this is going.

I remember the panic in my Father’s eyes as he tells me to get dressed, but I don’t even know what is going on in the first place. I was pretty young, considering. I remember a few other things. Sitting on my Dad’s lap, and just that one singular moment in time when it seems like everything freezes.

The connection of the memories from here are a little disorganized. I remember getting ice cream with my sister Angel. I remember because it was tall, and both chocolate and vanilla. I remember walking in the sun and jumping over curbs with her. I don’t know anything that we talked about – just the moment. The feeling of happiness at the idea of having such a big cone from my sister. I was the youngest and I was being spoiled. Definitely my favorite, and best memory with my sister.

Another memory I have is with my Mother. I remember holding her hand as we walked down the street. I remember looking up at her and seeing my Dad as the crossing guard. My mom smiled at him, told him we were going to go pick up my sister and my brother. Again, it was a beautiful day. I remember crossing the street and getting to the other side. I remember the play ground in that school – it was huge! I remember it being wood and so big. I remember being excited and wanting to play on it but being too young. I remember the first time I was able to play in that playground.

I remember playing with my brother and holding his hand as we hopped around on leaves while going to pick up my sister and laughing. We couldn’t touch the pavement because it was lava. The only thing that was safe was if your foot landed on leaf. I don’t remember who won, or if we made it to our destination. I just remember a few seconds of the game as I had loved it so much.

We lived in apartments back then. I know we had definitely two and one I only know of because it was the balcony that our cat Snowball ‘jumped’ off of and ran away from. The other apartment I remember because of the people who would sit outside of their apartments. In those days, I do believe – the people who were in apartments together acted more like a family then just people who lived close by. I remember Grandma Tutut. By no relation do I actually remember what she looked like. Just old, with wrinkles, extremely skinny and she had these large gold rings. Those rings were huge and Egyptian. Now that I think about it, we were calling her an old Mummy. Sorry, Grandma Tutut. I don’t even remember her real name. She was a kind old lady and I do believe she was the first experience I had with Magic.

Don’t worry, that isn’t where this story is going – though I am pagan and I believe in magic. So, you’ll have to deal with some of those references. I mean, this is after all my life.

Regardless: I remember going hiking a lot. My dad always loved going out and taking walks. I honestly, did enjoy it to a degree. Loved nature, just hated having to stick near and walk in it. I wanted to play, explore and climb trees. I wasn’t allowed off the trail in those days.

Ah, I just realized the time and I do, after all have to work tomorrow. For now, this will remain to be continued.

Chapter 1.

There are a few things that I remember from my childhood. There are these little moments that stick within my mind that I cannot seem to forget no matter how old I get. When I was born, I was 4lbs, 3 months early, not breathing, and no heartbeat. I was purple and I wasn’t supposed to make it. Twenty-Eight years later and here I am! Alive kicking and wondering what the fuck I am doing with my life. Or how I even got here. Now, before I get off track because I am likely to do that lets begin.

I was born in this catholic church, and it was in Pennsylvania. There are a few memories that I have in that state, though I don’t remember how old I was I remember a few things before getting into Kindergarten. The first memory I have is when I looked out my parent’s bedroom window and saw my mom walking our German Shepherd. Kimba, was her name, actually. She was a good dog, and she was my first protector, I think. I vaguely remember stories of my mom telling me about her because I don’t remember much but the biggest thing was how much she hated my Dad. This in turn actually made it us have to lose her. Though, those details I don’t remember. All I basically remember is that day with her. I remember that day, and it’s probably the only memory I have of my first dog – but that memory goes before that. Something I do not believe is a good idea to actually delve into just yet. This is just beginning and I don’t want to scare anyone off.

On, second thought – let me let you know what you’re getting into when you read this little life of mine. The reason I remember that day is because it’s my first memory. I don’t remember how it happened, or anything leading up to the moment but I remember jumping off that bed and looking out the window to see my Mom and Kimba heading into the apartment. On the bed with me was my Father, and let’s just say this is exactly where you think this is going.

I remember the panic in my Father’s eyes as he tells me to get dressed, but I don’t even know what is going on in the first place. I was pretty young, considering. I remember a few other things. Sitting on my Dad’s lap, and just that one singular moment in time when it seems like everything freezes.

The connection of the memories from here are a little disorganized. I remember getting ice cream with my sister Angel. I remember because it was tall, and both chocolate and vanilla. I remember walking in the sun and jumping over curbs with her. I don’t know anything that we talked about – just the moment. The feeling of happiness at the idea of having such a big cone from my sister. I was the youngest and I was being spoiled. Definitely my favorite, and best memory with my sister.

Another memory I have is with my Mother. I remember holding her hand as we walked down the street. I remember looking up at her and seeing my Dad as the crossing guard. My mom smiled at him, told him we were going to go pick up my sister and my brother. Again, it was a beautiful day. I remember crossing the street and getting to the other side. I remember the play ground in that school – it was huge! I remember it being wood and so big. I remember being excited and wanting to play on it but being too young. I remember the first time I was able to play in that playground.

I remember playing with my brother and holding his hand as we hopped around on leaves while going to pick up my sister and laughing. We couldn’t touch the pavement because it was lava. The only thing that was safe was if your foot landed on leaf. I don’t remember who won, or if we made it to our destination. I just remember a few seconds of the game as I had loved it so much.

We lived in apartments back then. I know we had definitely two and one I only know of because it was the balcony that our cat Snowball ‘jumped’ off of and ran away from. The other apartment I remember because of the people who would sit outside of their apartments. In those days, I do believe – the people who were in apartments together acted more like a family then just people who lived close by. I remember Grandma Tutut. By no relation do I actually remember what she looked like. Just old, with wrinkles, extremely skinny and she had these large gold rings. Those rings were huge and Egyptian. Now that I think about it, we were calling her an old Mummy. Sorry, Grandma Tutut. I don’t even remember her real name. She was a kind old lady and I do believe she was the first experience I had with Magic.

Don’t worry, that isn’t where this story is going – though I am pagan and I believe in magic. So, you’ll have to deal with some of those references. I mean, this is after all my life.

Regardless: I remember going hiking a lot. My dad always loved going out and taking walks. I honestly, did enjoy it to a degree. Loved nature, just hated having to stick near and walk in it. I wanted to play, explore and climb trees. I wasn’t allowed off the trail in those days.

Ah, I just realized the time and I do, after all have to work tomorrow. For now, this will remain to be continued.

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