People who come from a crazy family often don’t know they are from a crazy family I know my family is crazy (that is an understatement) so I guess I have an EXTRA crazy family. There is no such thing as a “normal” or “perfect” family. There is such thing as an “ideal” family but don’t go there it will make you miserable with the life you have been blessed with. Yes, I hate my family sometimes but that doesn't mean I don't love them (even though sometimes it feels like I don’t.)
My sister, Arin and I were born prematurely in Scripps Ranch Hospital, San Diego I at 10:05 and She 10.06 on June 6, 2000. This means we are Geminis’ the sign of the twins. No one knew what we would become and at that point no one cared. My mother, Chauntelle had just brought two real humans into the world. When I imagine my mom and dad’s face on that day it reminds me I am loved.
When I was born I weighed 3 lbs. 13 oz. I had to stay in the hospital for a few days because I was so underweight. My lucky sister didn’t have to wait. It was made up though, I came home on father's’ day. Best present ever! I was that baby that never slept, you know, the one that when the baby starts crying so does the parent? Yep, that was me, or at least that’s what I imagined. Other than not sleeping I was a pretty easy baby, unlike my sister. I would stop crying when you dangled a stuffy or shiny object in front of me, Arin however was persistent, she was “The Screamer.”
When pre-school rolled around I went to Judy Palmer. During clean up time every day I was the “overseer” the one who made sure everyone was cleaning but never cleaned myself. My first friend was a girl named Jenna. We played together everyday.
When I was 5 we moved to Carlsbad. We lived in a nice neighborhood called Waters End. It was 5 minutes from the beach walking. I went to elementary school at Pacific Rim. My Kindergarten teacher was named Ms. Blackburn. She was lovely, every morning we sang and played games on the rug. My favorite part of the week was Fridays when we got to see our big buddies. They were so cool. They could color inside the lines. I loved school…. until first grade.
I had Ms. Dow, she was eViL. That year I got diagnosed with ADD. That was the first of many diagnosis. She hated me, in fact I think she hated kids. I was sent to the Vice Principal's office everyday where I would automatically get yelled at or reprimanded. In the fourth grade my parents separated. My sister was devastated. I felt I had to put on a brave face.
My sister and I have always been there for each other and my family loves each other.
My sister, Arin and I were born prematurely in Scripps Ranch Hospital, San Diego I at 10:05 and She 10.06 on June 6, 2000. This means we are Geminis’ the sign of the twins. No one knew what we would become and at that point no one cared. My mother, Chauntelle had just brought two real humans into the world. When I imagine my mom and dad’s face on that day it reminds me I am loved.
When I was born I weighed 3 lbs. 13 oz. I had to stay in the hospital for a few days because I was so underweight. My lucky sister didn’t have to wait. It was made up though, I came home on father's’ day. Best present ever! I was that baby that never slept, you know, the one that when the baby starts crying so does the parent? Yep, that was me, or at least that’s what I imagined. Other than not sleeping I was a pretty easy baby, unlike my sister. I would stop crying when you dangled a stuffy or shiny object in front of me, Arin however was persistent, she was “The Screamer.”
When pre-school rolled around I went to Judy Palmer. During clean up time every day I was the “overseer” the one who made sure everyone was cleaning but never cleaned myself. My first friend was a girl named Jenna. We played together everyday.
When I was 5 we moved to Carlsbad. We lived in a nice neighborhood called Waters End. It was 5 minutes from the beach walking. I went to elementary school at Pacific Rim. My Kindergarten teacher was named Ms. Blackburn. She was lovely, every morning we sang and played games on the rug. My favorite part of the week was Fridays when we got to see our big buddies. They were so cool. They could color inside the lines. I loved school…. until first grade.
I had Ms. Dow, she was eViL. That year I got diagnosed with ADD. That was the first of many diagnosis. She hated me, in fact I think she hated kids. I was sent to the Vice Principal's office everyday where I would automatically get yelled at or reprimanded. In the fourth grade my parents separated. My sister was devastated. I felt I had to put on a brave face.
My sister and I have always been there for each other and my family loves each other.