As you have read in older blogs, I was madly in love with Garret, but did not want to ruin our friendship, so I didn't tell him how I felt. It didn't last long before it came pouring out though...and here is how the start of my amazing relationship happened....
Garret and I didn't share any classes my junior & his senior year, so we had a note book and between classes we would pass it back & forth & write to each other in it. We were closer than ever as friends and I was incredibly head over heels for this boy and he didn't have a clue. What made it worse, was that he invited me to hang out as friends and go see a movie & have dinner & just chill. We set decided that this would happen on Wednesday, April 23rd, 2009. I couldn't contain it anymore, and I spilled my guts in the journal during the last hour of the day. I told him how I had loved him pretty much since I laid eyes on him, how as time went on my love grew, and I just couldn't handle not telling him the truth anymore. The bell rang and I met up with Garret and shakily handed him the notebook. It was Friday, April 17th, 2009 that I handed off the notebook to Garret, scared out of my mind. I felt nauseous, weak, scared, and about 2 seconds after he was gone from my site, I was panicking. I figured that our friendship was over because I made it weird. That entire weekend I played over scenarios in my head of what was going to happen Monday morning, and that just made things worse.
Monday came and as I got off the bus and walked to the commons {cafeteria} to eat breakfast & chill with Sarah & Garret as I always do, but I am sure it was obvious I was a nervous wreck. Garret didn't really say anything about what I had wrote in our journal, which amazingly made things worse. He walked me to Spanish class, and before he walked away, he handed me the journal, and then...he did it...he asked me out. He asked me if I would be his girlfriend. I was ecstatic, overwhelmed with joy, and in shock, that for about 20 seconds I just stood there dumbfounded before I answered him with a big hug filled yes. The rest of that day & the next were a blur of happy emotions and finally Wednesday came...which I think we could honestly call it a date by then, but I'll you all about that later.
Friday, September 27, 2013
The start of a beautiful friendship and the agonizing time just waiting.....
Some would call how we met fate, others by pure luck, but I know that it was destiny that screwed with my sophomore year schedule.
I had many classes that were a must, and a few electives I wanted to take, but I ended up being stuck in a stupid Earth Science class. I was not happy. The only upside that I saw at the beginning was that my friend Sarah would be in the same class as me. If only I knew I would meet my soul mate in that classroom, maybe I would have been more enthused about the type of rocks that earth had. Let me take you back to that first couple of weeks......
My friend Sarah ended up being assigned to sit in front of me, but she was stuck next to some guy in a varsity jacket. Great...some jocky jerk....or so I thought. He kept trying to say hello to Sarah, but she kept ignoring him, then one day she finally talked back to him and then I said hi too. We found out we shared a lunch together on the opposite day from our class schedule. {Block scheduling} This kids name was Garret and I guess he wasn't a jerk...even if the jacket did make you assume that he would be.
At this time I had a crush on 2 different guys, Aaron and Garret....I liked Garret more as he was only a year older vs 2 years older....but when I went to tell my friend, she told me how she liked him before I had a chance to tell her, so being the good friend I was, I backed down {silently because I hadn't told her I liked him} and they started dating. My friend though, she is picky, to be nice...and broke it off with him not long after they started dating. By then I was dating Aaron and was sooo disappointed with what had happened, but being in a relationship already, I decided to just stay friends with him. Our friendship grew & grew and it wasn't long before I was dating one guy, but in love with another. I suffered in silence for a year and a half.
The sad thing is, I had a mini break up with my boyfriend and wrote Garret a lengthly letter admitting my feelings for him, but when the first day of my junior & his senior year started, he introduced me to his new girlfriend, so I quietly ripped up my letter and threw it away. No need to ruin his relationship. Well, my ex told me he still loved me and blah blah blah we got back together, but it didn't last long before I was miserable. I was head over heels in love and couldn't be with the one I was in love with.
Garret is smart, and he knew I was upset, and although I didn't tell him of my feelings for him, I did admit I was miserable in the relationship I was in at the time. He helped me be strong and break it off with Aaron. Things didn't go quite as planned, but with the help of Garret, I stayed strong & didn't go running back to my ex. It wasn't long after that, that Garrets on & off relationship came to a final end. I was still terrified to tell him how I truly felt, so I decided to just stay best friends with the man I loved vs telling him how I felt and ruining the beautiful friendship we had. It was sooooooooo hard, but I kept strong...at least...for a short while.....
I had many classes that were a must, and a few electives I wanted to take, but I ended up being stuck in a stupid Earth Science class. I was not happy. The only upside that I saw at the beginning was that my friend Sarah would be in the same class as me. If only I knew I would meet my soul mate in that classroom, maybe I would have been more enthused about the type of rocks that earth had. Let me take you back to that first couple of weeks......
My friend Sarah ended up being assigned to sit in front of me, but she was stuck next to some guy in a varsity jacket. Great...some jocky jerk....or so I thought. He kept trying to say hello to Sarah, but she kept ignoring him, then one day she finally talked back to him and then I said hi too. We found out we shared a lunch together on the opposite day from our class schedule. {Block scheduling} This kids name was Garret and I guess he wasn't a jerk...even if the jacket did make you assume that he would be.
At this time I had a crush on 2 different guys, Aaron and Garret....I liked Garret more as he was only a year older vs 2 years older....but when I went to tell my friend, she told me how she liked him before I had a chance to tell her, so being the good friend I was, I backed down {silently because I hadn't told her I liked him} and they started dating. My friend though, she is picky, to be nice...and broke it off with him not long after they started dating. By then I was dating Aaron and was sooo disappointed with what had happened, but being in a relationship already, I decided to just stay friends with him. Our friendship grew & grew and it wasn't long before I was dating one guy, but in love with another. I suffered in silence for a year and a half.
The sad thing is, I had a mini break up with my boyfriend and wrote Garret a lengthly letter admitting my feelings for him, but when the first day of my junior & his senior year started, he introduced me to his new girlfriend, so I quietly ripped up my letter and threw it away. No need to ruin his relationship. Well, my ex told me he still loved me and blah blah blah we got back together, but it didn't last long before I was miserable. I was head over heels in love and couldn't be with the one I was in love with.
Garret is smart, and he knew I was upset, and although I didn't tell him of my feelings for him, I did admit I was miserable in the relationship I was in at the time. He helped me be strong and break it off with Aaron. Things didn't go quite as planned, but with the help of Garret, I stayed strong & didn't go running back to my ex. It wasn't long after that, that Garrets on & off relationship came to a final end. I was still terrified to tell him how I truly felt, so I decided to just stay best friends with the man I loved vs telling him how I felt and ruining the beautiful friendship we had. It was sooooooooo hard, but I kept strong...at least...for a short while.....
My first long term boyfriend....and a few other...firsts.....
My first long term boyfriend was Aaron. He was cute, older, sweet, and to a lil 10th grader {he was a senior} he was perfect. I was 15, and it wasn't long after the first time we met, that I had a crush. I normally wouldn't have tried, as I was shy, but he made me feel comfortable. We shared a class together, Medical Basics, and it was nice to see him every other day in class. {We had block scheduling.} After a few months of talking all the time he finally asked me to go out...just as friends...which for me was a big disappointment as I thought he only thought of me as a friend, and nothing more.
Our first...date? was interesting. We went to the skate place, which for anyone from the town I lived in would know, by the time you hit high school, the skate place was no longer the 'cool' place to hang, but I enjoyed making a fool of myself as I tried to skate around. As we left the skate place and was walking back to the car, that is when he pulled out the cutest little stuffed dog ever, and said that he thought of me when he saw it & thought I should have it. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone had done for me {at that time in my life.}. I gave him a big hug and as I was backing up from the hug, that is when the first kiss happened, and just like that, I was dating an older man.
At first everything was perfect, but as most high school relationships, it wasn't long before the perfection wore off. I was a desperate, sad, lonely little girl who thought that this guy was the only man for me, so I gave up the most sacred thing to a youthful girl in hopes that he would stay with me forever. {Stupid I know} It was nothing like I had expected it to be. I imagined it to be beautiful, like a parade or fireworks should have happened afterwards, but instead, I felt uncomfortable, weird, and a bit scared. This wasn't the only thing that I did while I was with this boy though....no no no, I had many firsts with him.
My first drink with him. It was the sweetest, most tastiest drink ever. It was a raspberry burst Smirnoff {before they changed the formula}. I lied to my parents {surprise surprise} and went with his family on a camping trip over the weekend. It was fun, I went tubing behind a speed boat for the first time and as of now in my life...the only time. It was one of the funnest things I have ever done.
Now, anyone who knows me, knows my family isn't the perfect family, so pot is something I was around....often. Well, up until I was with Aaron, I had ignored it...but I tried it & it was fun. It became a common thing while I was with Aaron to get stoned and just have fun. Just so everyone knows, I haven't touched the stuff since I was 16...so I only played around with it for a short time.
As most high school relationships, it came to a point where I was just no longer happy. It took a lot of courage and the help of a really close friend, to finally let go and break up with Aaron. He took it hard and we haven't really talked to each other since. I wish our relationship hadn't ended the way it did, as he was still one of my best friends.
I still talk to some of my friends from high school, so I know that he is now a daddy, and if he ever reads this, which is doubtful, I hope he knows that I think he is probably an awesome dad. Congrats dude!
To my parents who are reading this.....Aaron was my first, and Garret was my only other....so sorry to my moms half who thought I was a whore and sorry to my dads half.....for not waiting longer...also....sorry for the whole pot & drinking thing...I never actually got drunk, or buzzed even...ask Smirnoff {in the 6packs} is like beer & low on the alcohol levels. The things you do as teenagers... >.< Some are awesome, some are regrettable. Although I wouldn't take back my relationship with Aaron, I would take back the smoking & drinking part, and possibly the more intimate part.
My first long term boyfriend taught me a lot that he will probably never realize, but the thing I want everyone to know, is that he taught me how to have fun, before him, I was very boring. {I now have fun without drugs or alcohol...in case anyone thought otherwise.} It was a def. an interesting year and a half of my life.
Our first...date? was interesting. We went to the skate place, which for anyone from the town I lived in would know, by the time you hit high school, the skate place was no longer the 'cool' place to hang, but I enjoyed making a fool of myself as I tried to skate around. As we left the skate place and was walking back to the car, that is when he pulled out the cutest little stuffed dog ever, and said that he thought of me when he saw it & thought I should have it. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone had done for me {at that time in my life.}. I gave him a big hug and as I was backing up from the hug, that is when the first kiss happened, and just like that, I was dating an older man.
At first everything was perfect, but as most high school relationships, it wasn't long before the perfection wore off. I was a desperate, sad, lonely little girl who thought that this guy was the only man for me, so I gave up the most sacred thing to a youthful girl in hopes that he would stay with me forever. {Stupid I know} It was nothing like I had expected it to be. I imagined it to be beautiful, like a parade or fireworks should have happened afterwards, but instead, I felt uncomfortable, weird, and a bit scared. This wasn't the only thing that I did while I was with this boy though....no no no, I had many firsts with him.
My first drink with him. It was the sweetest, most tastiest drink ever. It was a raspberry burst Smirnoff {before they changed the formula}. I lied to my parents {surprise surprise} and went with his family on a camping trip over the weekend. It was fun, I went tubing behind a speed boat for the first time and as of now in my life...the only time. It was one of the funnest things I have ever done.
Now, anyone who knows me, knows my family isn't the perfect family, so pot is something I was around....often. Well, up until I was with Aaron, I had ignored it...but I tried it & it was fun. It became a common thing while I was with Aaron to get stoned and just have fun. Just so everyone knows, I haven't touched the stuff since I was 16...so I only played around with it for a short time.
As most high school relationships, it came to a point where I was just no longer happy. It took a lot of courage and the help of a really close friend, to finally let go and break up with Aaron. He took it hard and we haven't really talked to each other since. I wish our relationship hadn't ended the way it did, as he was still one of my best friends.
I still talk to some of my friends from high school, so I know that he is now a daddy, and if he ever reads this, which is doubtful, I hope he knows that I think he is probably an awesome dad. Congrats dude!
To my parents who are reading this.....Aaron was my first, and Garret was my only other....so sorry to my moms half who thought I was a whore and sorry to my dads half.....for not waiting longer...also....sorry for the whole pot & drinking thing...I never actually got drunk, or buzzed even...ask Smirnoff {in the 6packs} is like beer & low on the alcohol levels. The things you do as teenagers... >.< Some are awesome, some are regrettable. Although I wouldn't take back my relationship with Aaron, I would take back the smoking & drinking part, and possibly the more intimate part.
My first long term boyfriend taught me a lot that he will probably never realize, but the thing I want everyone to know, is that he taught me how to have fun, before him, I was very boring. {I now have fun without drugs or alcohol...in case anyone thought otherwise.} It was a def. an interesting year and a half of my life.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
First kiss!
At 13, I thought I was never going to get my first kiss...it seemed as though all my friends already had their first boyfriends and even some who had already like, let the guy put his tongue in their mouth. {Which at that age I still thought was gross.}Now, I said before, I lost most of my friends that I had in Mt. Pleasant when I moved, but thankfully some of them are still my friends, very few, but some of them are!
One of my longest lasting friendships I have is with my friend Alex. {For the people reading this blog who have read my others, NO it is NOT the same Alex from my other post.} I had just turned 13 and it was summer time. I was at my dads for the weekend and went to visit my dear friend Alex, as I loved to visit him at least once a month because he was awesome! One particular visit was life changing for me, at least at that age it seemed to be life changing, and it happened in a silly way too, so it is a fond memory for me.
We were sitting on the floor by his bed talking about, if I remember right, video games, when it happened. I had just finished my sentence when BAM! He laid a kiss on me. I was frozen, but that quickly faded when he jumped back and had a look of fear on his face. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that he was afraid I was going to hit him. I went from shock that I had my first kiss, to laughing and saying how I wasn't going to hit him, but that I was pleasantly surprised. Although not long into my 8th grade year we had broken up, he will always be my friend, and my first kiss! ♥
One of my longest lasting friendships I have is with my friend Alex. {For the people reading this blog who have read my others, NO it is NOT the same Alex from my other post.} I had just turned 13 and it was summer time. I was at my dads for the weekend and went to visit my dear friend Alex, as I loved to visit him at least once a month because he was awesome! One particular visit was life changing for me, at least at that age it seemed to be life changing, and it happened in a silly way too, so it is a fond memory for me.
We were sitting on the floor by his bed talking about, if I remember right, video games, when it happened. I had just finished my sentence when BAM! He laid a kiss on me. I was frozen, but that quickly faded when he jumped back and had a look of fear on his face. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that he was afraid I was going to hit him. I went from shock that I had my first kiss, to laughing and saying how I wasn't going to hit him, but that I was pleasantly surprised. Although not long into my 8th grade year we had broken up, he will always be my friend, and my first kiss! ♥
My first 'boyfriend'?
My 6th grade year was a weird one. I made friends who I thought would last forever, but it didn't. Anyways, That year was the first year I ever had a 'boyfriend', if you can even call him that. My friends at the time were named Alex & April. They became a couple and I was the third wheel, when suddenly I had the cute little kid crush on one of Alex's friends...his name was Jesse. Jesse was just as shy as I was and it took him forever to ask me out.
On night I got a phone call from him, and he asked me to a dance. I asked my mom if I could go and she said yes, and so I was giddy for my first date. I was 10 and super excited. Thinking back, the dance was right after Christmas break & I am fairly certain that Jesse like me because I was one of the first girls to get boobs. {ha ha}Anyways, I was super excited.
The day of the dance finally came & I was super excited to slow dance with the boy I had been crushing on. The whole dance came & passed & I never saw Jesse, but Alex & April insisted he was there. I later came to realize that he didn't know how to dance & didn't want to look silly, but to 10 year old me, I thought he didn't like me anymore. We never did really talk again.
I always wondered, since we technically never broke up, does that mean we're still dating? Ha ha! He was my first crush that liked me back, or at least that admitted he liked me back. Amazingly, I don't really remember him as the boy who was my first date, but more as the boy who always brought goats to the fair. Yes, he was a country boy. Did I mention before that I lived in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, and almost everyone seemed to be a farmer type person. I always wondered what would have happened if I would have been more assertive as a child and was like "Dude, you brought me to this dance...now lets dance!" ha ha Who knows. I guess he was just the first of many disappointing boyfriends that I would have. Also, on the extreme off chance that Alex, April or Jesse ever read this..... hope your lives are awesome!!!!
On night I got a phone call from him, and he asked me to a dance. I asked my mom if I could go and she said yes, and so I was giddy for my first date. I was 10 and super excited. Thinking back, the dance was right after Christmas break & I am fairly certain that Jesse like me because I was one of the first girls to get boobs. {ha ha}Anyways, I was super excited.
The day of the dance finally came & I was super excited to slow dance with the boy I had been crushing on. The whole dance came & passed & I never saw Jesse, but Alex & April insisted he was there. I later came to realize that he didn't know how to dance & didn't want to look silly, but to 10 year old me, I thought he didn't like me anymore. We never did really talk again.
I always wondered, since we technically never broke up, does that mean we're still dating? Ha ha! He was my first crush that liked me back, or at least that admitted he liked me back. Amazingly, I don't really remember him as the boy who was my first date, but more as the boy who always brought goats to the fair. Yes, he was a country boy. Did I mention before that I lived in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, and almost everyone seemed to be a farmer type person. I always wondered what would have happened if I would have been more assertive as a child and was like "Dude, you brought me to this dance...now lets dance!" ha ha Who knows. I guess he was just the first of many disappointing boyfriends that I would have. Also, on the extreme off chance that Alex, April or Jesse ever read this..... hope your lives are awesome!!!!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
We have to live....HERE?
I ended my last post of us moving up north. Now, I said before, I thought Mt. Pleasant was quite the big city.....well compared to where we moved, it definitely was. When I was 9, and in the middle of 5th grade, my mother moved us {her & I} to West Branch. An hour and a half away from the place I use to know, from my family, from my father, and the only friends I ever knew.
My first day of school was a very memorable one. This girl named Ashley, which I don't remember her last name, and even if I didn't I wouldn't put it here as I have to admit, my first thought was that she was an ugly boy, until she introduced herself. She guided me from the office to our classroom. As I walked in I saw my new teacher, Mr. Bunch, dressed in a full knights outfit holding a mace. YES, a real mace....which I am sure was probably not suppose to be at the school, but who knows. Either way, my first impression was that everyone in this small town was a loony bin, thankfully.....only a few were actually crazy. There were some things, that maybe someday I can talk about, but for now lets just say, my moms first boyfriend while we lived there was horrible. Eventually he lost his marbles and was threatening my mom and they were in the yard screaming. I was outside witnessing the whole thing. He lifted up a crowbar & was waving it in my moms face while screaming at her and I still never understood why I did it, but I moved myself in between my mother & this bat shit crazy man. He didn't back down until my mom freaked the heck out. That day we left and went back to Mt. Pleasant. Thankfully it was over the weekend and so I only missed that next Monday for school. During our time in Mt. Pleasant we stayed at my grandmas house. This crazy, weird, unusual thing happened and the brother of my mother's now ex boyfriend came to my grandmothers house and confessed his love for my mother. I will tell you more about this d-bag later, but for now, just know that he had seemed at the time like my mothers knight in shining armor....when in reality he is even worse than a retard in tin-foil.
West Branch bound we were again. I made a few friends in 5th grade, but none that really stuck.....it wasn't until 8th grade that the bonds I made would stay.
The whole only seeing my dad every other weekend sucked, but I appreciated the time we spent together & he spoiled me beyond belief until later on when the economy took a turn for the worst & he was laid off. When I say he spoiled me, I mean he SPOILED me...but thankfully not so much that I turned into a rotten little monster. He took me across the Mackinaw bridge many times growing up. I remember castle rock, the mystery spot and stopping at the coolest little shop ever.... called Sea Shell City...yes it was literally called Sea Shell City. My dad also took me to Michigan Adventures, where I thought I was going to die on one of the roller coasters as the safety belt was 95% frayed across & wouldn't tighten enough so I felt the whole time like I was going to fly out & die. He also took me to Cedar Point, and the best vacation of all Niagara Falls. We drove through Canada to Niagara Falls and then down through New York to get home. It was the most beautiful place I have ever been, and someday I will take my family there and we can all enjoy the beauty and wonder of the falls! Right before he was laid off, the Christmas of my Freshman year in High School, my dad gave me $600 to spend on whatever I wanted, and it would have been awesome if my mothers thing {her husband} wasn't so addicted to being high. {pot} I am fairly certain he stole about $300 of my Christmas money....in small increments, but I know he stole it. As I said before, he is a soooo awful he is worthy of his own post.
West Branch, was small. I lived in the middle of the woods in a crappy as heck house, was miserable most of the time I lived there, yet I wouldn't have changed much of anything, for it shaped the future I now have, and I would hate to not have this life.
My first day of school was a very memorable one. This girl named Ashley, which I don't remember her last name, and even if I didn't I wouldn't put it here as I have to admit, my first thought was that she was an ugly boy, until she introduced herself. She guided me from the office to our classroom. As I walked in I saw my new teacher, Mr. Bunch, dressed in a full knights outfit holding a mace. YES, a real mace....which I am sure was probably not suppose to be at the school, but who knows. Either way, my first impression was that everyone in this small town was a loony bin, thankfully.....only a few were actually crazy. There were some things, that maybe someday I can talk about, but for now lets just say, my moms first boyfriend while we lived there was horrible. Eventually he lost his marbles and was threatening my mom and they were in the yard screaming. I was outside witnessing the whole thing. He lifted up a crowbar & was waving it in my moms face while screaming at her and I still never understood why I did it, but I moved myself in between my mother & this bat shit crazy man. He didn't back down until my mom freaked the heck out. That day we left and went back to Mt. Pleasant. Thankfully it was over the weekend and so I only missed that next Monday for school. During our time in Mt. Pleasant we stayed at my grandmas house. This crazy, weird, unusual thing happened and the brother of my mother's now ex boyfriend came to my grandmothers house and confessed his love for my mother. I will tell you more about this d-bag later, but for now, just know that he had seemed at the time like my mothers knight in shining armor....when in reality he is even worse than a retard in tin-foil.
West Branch bound we were again. I made a few friends in 5th grade, but none that really stuck.....it wasn't until 8th grade that the bonds I made would stay.
The whole only seeing my dad every other weekend sucked, but I appreciated the time we spent together & he spoiled me beyond belief until later on when the economy took a turn for the worst & he was laid off. When I say he spoiled me, I mean he SPOILED me...but thankfully not so much that I turned into a rotten little monster. He took me across the Mackinaw bridge many times growing up. I remember castle rock, the mystery spot and stopping at the coolest little shop ever.... called Sea Shell City...yes it was literally called Sea Shell City. My dad also took me to Michigan Adventures, where I thought I was going to die on one of the roller coasters as the safety belt was 95% frayed across & wouldn't tighten enough so I felt the whole time like I was going to fly out & die. He also took me to Cedar Point, and the best vacation of all Niagara Falls. We drove through Canada to Niagara Falls and then down through New York to get home. It was the most beautiful place I have ever been, and someday I will take my family there and we can all enjoy the beauty and wonder of the falls! Right before he was laid off, the Christmas of my Freshman year in High School, my dad gave me $600 to spend on whatever I wanted, and it would have been awesome if my mothers thing {her husband} wasn't so addicted to being high. {pot} I am fairly certain he stole about $300 of my Christmas money....in small increments, but I know he stole it. As I said before, he is a soooo awful he is worthy of his own post.
West Branch, was small. I lived in the middle of the woods in a crappy as heck house, was miserable most of the time I lived there, yet I wouldn't have changed much of anything, for it shaped the future I now have, and I would hate to not have this life.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Where my life began....My early years.
Life began in what I consider a fairly big city. Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. I consider it to be a big city as there is the Soaring Eagle Casino, which they thought was boring so they built an even bigger better half across the street, and kept the old side open as well. They have crazy concerts, and I was even blessed to go to a Staind concert....but that is getting to far into the future. Also, Mt. Pleasant not only has Central Michigan University, but it also has part of one of the biggest community colleges in Michigan, Mid Michigan Community College. I grew up less than 5 miles from the city with my mom & dad in a nice 3 bedroom house. Of course, not everything was perfect, because my first real memories are of my mom & dad screaming at each other about how much they hated each other. Before I was 4 my dad had already moved out & by the age of 6 the divorce was final. As a little kid I use to blame myself because they were married for 11 years, and it didn't start going into the crapper until I was born. Now that I am older, I know it was not my fault, and that they were just not meant to be, but for a pre-k kid, it was kind of intense. I forgot to mention, I have 2 half sisters, although when I talk to people, I only ever speak of 1 sister, because she was there {for a short while} & has stayed in touch & at least tried to be a sister, where the other could care less. Anyways, my sister Monica, is 9 1/2 years older than me, so the age gap made things a bit difficult, but somehow we still talk to each other even though we have nothing in common but who our birth mother is. Well, time went on anyways & my mom bounced from job to job until she finally had the house foreclosed on her and we moved to West Branch, about an hour and a half away from my friends, 98% of my family, and of course, my dad. I was 9 at the time. This made things difficult as I only got to see my dad every other weekend, but again I learned to deal, but lets not get to far ahead as this blog is simply about my early years in Mt. Pleasant.
I have some fond memories of Mt. Pleasant. One of my best friends lived down the road from me, and I was able to visit pretty much whenever I wanted. His name is Jesse and just recently we reconnected because of Facebook. {thank you social media} Ha, this one time around the age of 8, I rode my bike all the way into town & just rode around the Walmart parking lot before riding my bike home to a very upset mother. I remember that bad choices from my sister resulted in me going to a youth group & learning about this mysterious Jesus person. Having a horrible crush on my best friend at the time, yes, Jesse. haha Having good grades in school. {if only that had stayed with me throughout high school} Hanging out with my awesome little cousin Anna, and of course freaking my grandmother out with my super awesome pet iguana.
Some not so fond memories come to mind as well, like the time a girl on my bus knocked my front tooth out. {thank god it was a baby tooth} Being scared not knowing where my sister was or if she was safe when she got mad at my mom & ran away. My mom accidentally killing my super awesome pet iguana. {heat rock shorted out}
All in all, Mt. Pleasant, although one of my least favorite places that I have ever lived, still holds most of my most fondest memories, even if most of them happened later on in life.
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