childhood memories

Thinking back on my childhood memories, I laugh. I would like to think that my childhood was abnormal, in its own special little ways. I pretty much was born on the hospital floor. My mom said that I shot out like a rocket, and I haven't stopped since.  The day I was born my sister (kendall) who was two at the time, decided to bring me a birthday present. After all who doesn't want a birthday present on your birthday. She brought me Cherry Garcia ice cream. Although the gesture was nice and all, who wants ice cream on there birthday. My sister was my best friend, my sisters friends were my best friend. Who's ever lap I landed on seemed to be my best friend. My dad is from England and although he sounded normal to me, everyone else thought he was a little odd. I don't know what it could of been. Maybe how he wears socks under his flip flops, or the fact that he has no pair of socks that match, not one. Before my mom and dad got married, he was married before. He had two daughters, my sisters Amber and Jade. They are old now early 30's they both live out in L.A and act, well try to at least to act.Every easter my dad would dress up in ridiculous bunny outfits, that would of embarrassed me if I was old enough to understand how hideous they were. I can still remember those long ass easter egg hunts, keeping kids preoccupied for hours. My mothers kid store is the best place ever for little kids to go and harass their parents to buy them something. "put it on your birthday wish list" They would always hear. I never heard those words till I was 16. Yeah I guess you can say that I am kind of spoiled. Spoiled from my mom with little barbie dolls, and love. I remember the day that my parents got divorced. I am told that I have what really happened on that dreadful day all wrong. I still think I am right. It really hurt me when my mom and dad started to date again.  It was harder for me to let my mom go off and date this random man, who turned out to be my step-father seven years down the road. I was happy for my mom when she got married. Everything was going to be good for her. She was finally happy, and moving on with her life. When I didn't think things could get any worse. My mom gave me a little brother. The cutest boy in the world!  I love my brother very much, through all the fights, that happen every ten or twenty seconds. It's fun, keeps you on your toes. Now I am all grown up, my sister is now in her second year at college. She was the first to go off. Now its my turn. All my thoughts and anxieties going through my head, "is this what I should be really doing?" " I hope I can hand in all my applications on time" "My essay better be friggen good if I want to make it into college".  I wish I could bundle up, and go back to when I was a little girl, with no consequences for my actions, no homework, no leaving the nest.  But when I think about it, I am always going to be the wild and crazy little girl I used to be, lets hope not as crazy. The warm bright personality that rubbed off onto other people, or how I brought smiles to people's faces when I attempt to sing a song for the people in the old folks home. I am ready to take this big step forward in my life. With all my best intentions brought forward!