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.