I was born on September 13, 2003, in Jacksonville, Florida. I was born prematurely, by 75 days. I was a very tiny baby, I weighed 3 lbs 1 ounce and was able to lay on my dad’s hand with my legs hanging off. I was in the hospital until October 24, 2003. During my time in the hospital, one of the nurses left an IV in my right wrist for too long, and it burnt my wrist. When the burn was scabbed over, it was all black and was a dot the size of a dime where the needle was. My mother’s Stepfather was very upset and told the hospital that he never wanted that nurse to treat anyone in our family ever again. After the burn healed, it left a scar. Since then it has stretched, it’s an inch long and almost a quarter of an inch thick. Four days after I was born my dad had to leave for Bootcamp, he later returned on December 6, 2003. My dad wasn’t present for most of my first year, mainly because, he had Bootcamp and recently joined the military. I started talking very early, by the time I was 18 months old, my vocabulary had become very large. I didn’t start walking for a while because I was born prematurely.
On June 14, 2005, my sister was born. Sometime after I turned 2, I had this pink plastic baby doll stroller that I was pushing around, I don’t know the details but, I ended up busting my lip and getting stitches. I ended up with a scar on my upper lip. Sometime later my family, (Me, my sister, my dad, and my mom) moved across the country to Silverdale, Washington. When I turned 4 years old, I took an early entrance test. If I passed the first test, I would go on to the next. Passing both tests, scoring in the eighty-third percentile (50 being average) I entered school a year early. On December 22, 2007, my brother was born (my sister and I did not like him). My sister and I were very jealous of this new addition and had some evil schemes (we were mean). My mom said we tortured him, (I think we showed him who’s boss). I remember I used to tell him things (he was a gullible kid). Some of the things I told him he still believes today, like the shadows in your closet turn into monsters at night. He has said he doesn’t think it’s true, even though he still shuts his closet every night. A year or two after my brother was born, my dad got into a motorcycle crash. I don’t remember a lot of it because it’s mostly a blur, but I do remember that when we left the hospital, he was in a wheelchair and had a cast on, he had to have surgery on his right wrist. His wrist hurts all the time all these years later, he recently, started to wear bands around his wrists to help him do things. In 2009, my family moved back to Florida. When we got there we got a white German Shepard and named him Sylis. In 2010, things for my family when downhill rapidly.
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On February 11, 2010, my Papaw (my great grandfather) passed away due to cancer, and sixteen days later my Grandpa Allen passed away. Sometime in May, Grandpa Allen’s mother passed away. Later that year in November, My Bumpa (my mother’s stepfather) passed away. Sometime during that year, my mother’s childhood dog, Ginger, passed away. Sometime in 2010 my brother had this little toy truck he could sit in and drive, and I was sitting in it reading, he told me to get out of it. Being that I was too big for it, it took me a minute to get up, when I did he shoved me and I landed on the metal latch on the bunny carrier we had for my bunny Shelby. I lost a chunk of my leg the size of a quarter. I didn’t want to go to the hospital so my mom bandaged me up. I still have a scar from that incident.
In 2011 we moved up to Georgia, very few people knew we were living there, mainly my Nina (My mom’s mother). I was a third-grader at the time, and I had this very special stuffed animal. It was a Black Labrador, and it was quite large for a stuffed animal. I had gotten it from a neighbor when we had lived in Washington. I had named it Pepper. I loved Pepper very much, and in my class, you could pull a piece of paper from a jar for good behavior. One day, the jar was placed in front of me. I pulled out a piece of paper, and the paper said; bring a stuffed animal to school. I was so excited, the next day I brought Pepper with me to school. When it was lunchtime, I was told to leave Pepper in the classroom. I went to lunch and came back to a not-so-great surprise, Pepper was missing. I immediately started crying, wondering where my beloved stuffed animal could be, I mean it was huge, how could it possibly go missing? I went up to the office and asked to call my mom, they gladly handed the crying Third-grader the phone, I explained to my mom what had happened, and my words were “Whoever took Pepper is a horrible, cruel, evil person.” My mom rushed to the school with my Nina and we retraced my steps. We even asked the janitor if he saw it, which he hadn’t. Pepper was too big to put into a backpack so he had to be somewhere. We searched every day after school, for a few days. A week or two later there was an event at the school, this was our last hope. We searched and searched and even asked if any parents had seen it. When all hope seemed lost my Nina found the girl who stole my Bath & Body Works hand sanitizer (we were also looking for that too) She gave it back and apologized (because her mother made her). We never found Pepper, but we found my hand sanitizer. (We still think that the girl who stole the hand sanitizer stole Pepper).
In 2012 we moved back to Washington. When we got there we got another dog, a Black German Shepard, we named him Tytus. We also started attending Grace Point Church. I started the fourth grade and loved it, for the first two weeks. After two weeks, on a Friday, some students were told to grab all of their things from the class. We walked to another class. We were introduced to the class and the teacher. We were told that it was our new class. The new class was fun the first few days, until the teacher got more information on me and seemed to dislike me, a lot. (We think she disliked me because I was really smart and knew a lot, used big words, and because I was an early entrance student). One of my friends in that class, Tyler, who I am still friends with today, agreed that the teacher only picked on me. She was the worst teacher I have ever had, she would constantly yell at me, and take my things. I would come home crying a lot, and I thought my teacher hated me.
Christmas of 2012 I got an amazing gift, my Nina found something after searching stores and websites since I lost the original, and she gave me a new Pepper. When I pulled it out of the box I cried, it was just all those bottled-up emotions poured out. After Christmas break, I returned to school. That school year was terrible, and I’m glad it is over. I enjoyed a wonderful summer. At the end of the summer, my mom had everyone sit at the table. She asked us how we would feel if Nina moved to Washington and lived with us, we all got super excited knowing that she was going to live with us. She moved up there along with our Uncle Heath, and his pug Oliver. It was awesome. For the Fifth grade, I was homeschooled.
Christmas of 2013, my uncle and Nina gave us a trip to Great Wolf Lodge. The trip to Great Wolf Lodge was amazing. Sometime later Uncle Heath decided to move back to Florida, and our Nina moved into an apartment. A few months later we started to build a house and our Nina decided to move back to Flordia to live with our Papa when our house finished. Our house finished and our Papa flew out so he could help our Nina move back down to Florida. We unpacked all our stuff into the new house. Our childhood friends that we met when we first lived in Washington sadly moved to Texas. A month later I started the sixth grade at a new school. On the first day, I met my best friends for life, Lauren, Christian, and Marli. We were the best of friends and got along better than anyone else. That summer I went to Florida for the summer. When I got back that’s when conflict struck between my mom and me.
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