Yeah, you guessed it. That's me.
First day in the new world. Completely oblivious to the life I would lead in my future. I imagine the only thing i'm thinking of is why the hell is everything so bright (I still hate light when I get up in the morning) and where's my food.
My mother had me on in the middle of summer in 1986 at the age of 35. My uncle Boo and My Aunt Anita (My mothers best friend) stood vigil in the room where i was born. My mom always referred to my father as a sperm donor.
I wouldn't find out till I was 24 that he was married when he got my mom pregnant. My mother wasn't supposed to be able to have kids so boy was I a surprise. She never told my father about me. She figured I was her miracle and no one was going to try to take that from her.
I don't regret her decision at all.
My mom worked full time at the magistrates office and I got dropped off to a baby sitter. We lived a little shit hole of a town on a shit hole little street. By the time I was able to go outside by myself to our little 10x10 back yard, the neighborhood starting getting bad.
I watched a very drunk walk down our street stripping and yelling profanity's to the world and i watched a girl not much older than me get hit by a car on her bicycle. My babysitter at the time decided to get completely smashed one day while watching me so I ran away down to a friend's house. I remember the worry on my mother's face that day. And the anger. She ripped that woman a new one.
The last straw for my mom was when a "mad dog" started running down the back alley where of us kids play. There was a truck full of guys just shooting at it. With kids running around. Needless to say my mom had it.
In July of 95 we moved into our new house. I was 9 years old
It was in the middle of the country. A lot different than what I was use to living in town. There were cows next door. COWS. I thought this was the greatest ever. I made 2 friends that summer and they introduced me to the dairy farm behind my house. After that, you couldn't get me away from there. I would go over and help Mike (one of the owners) clean the stalls for the cows, give them feed, and watch as he milked them. I would play with the barn cats and give them cream. I even got to watch a calf being born! My best friend at the time was the farm dog. His name was Norman.
Norman was a free spirit. He roamed anywhere his heart desired. But if he was with me, he stayed by my side. I had a protector. Life was good.
Right before my first year at a new school (4th grade) i was playing in the hay loft and fell. I landed on my hip and bruised it pretty bad. I ended up on crutches for my first day of school.
That was how I made my first Best friend. She helped me carry my books to class and after that we were inseparable.
Now since I've gotten off track already...
My mother still worked full time and busted her ass to give me what she could. We never had a lot of money. The only reason she was able to build this house was because of the USDA home loans they offered at the time.
But our life was good.
We had (i would like to think) a typical mother-daughter relationship of good times, bad times, hard times, and sad times. We would fight, we would cry, and we would make up. My teenage years were the worse. I look back now and realize I was a little bitch. But you can't change the past. I learned a lot growing up. I never did drugs (tried Weed once tho, i HATED it). I did drink, but I was one of the few that stayed where I was and never drove. My mother gave me a lot of freedom, some of it I'm sure I didn't deserve, but I think it's that freedom that made me the person I am today. There were a lot of things that were said between the two of us in those days I am sure we both wished we could take back but that's neither here nor there now.
I graduated high school and entered the Adult world.
I never realized exactly how much she sacrificed for me until I got older.
But that's for another time.
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