Life Story #1

In the beginning there was me. Obviously lol. Seriously, it was only me. After all this is my story. I think I am allowed to be a bit self centered. At first I can not give you direct memories here. I wouldn't trust my child self to know what was real or not until age 12 maybe. A huge problem with imagination plagued my memories. So what I will share is the most truthful version of my life.

Let us begin with that birth of mine. First off I was completely normal. Born early October to a pizza hut loving mother. She went into labor at pizza hut. Man I love that place. Anyway! I was born and lived a normal couple years. My first sister was born a year after me in November. I'll call her A, because I said so. Apparently I helped my mother take care of A. My father's vision of the household was very...Catholic. I do not remember much of that period of his life though. At some point he changed his ideologies to non denominational. I had developed strangely within the womb. My ankles were turned in slightly. So at ten months I learned to walk in this brace thing. Picture normal tiny baby shoes with a solid metal bar between them forcing my feet to point out. Spoiler! They did not work. HA! When I was two years old my second sister...B... was born. THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY! I am thirty now and I still share my birthday with her. My sisters were ten months apart. They still fight.
Some beautiful day when I was two, I was walking around outside exploring my world while my mom was doing laundry. I had walked over to our beautiful dog. Half husky and half cray cray. He was chained up out back and was eating. I have no memory of this even and no one is sure how it happened but the dog had gotten a hold of my face. Soon after that my older brother, M, got me and was holding me. To this day I haven't talked too much to him about it. He gets pretty upset when I do. I was taken to the hospital in Ithaca, NY and received 40 stitches. Later in school the kids picked on my scars and when I told my mom about it I asked where they came from. She told me what happened and how they knocked me out at the hospital so they could put in the stitches. As a kid, I took everything literally. So I started to have dreams of me being in a really tall bed and they would take a baseball bat and "knock me out"!
So that is how I started my life in this wonderful world. I had a couple minor incidents like sticking a key in an outlet at three. Also at three, my mom's '90s nails scratched my face so I have balanced scars on both sides of my face. YAY! At four, I found a bottle of aspirin and ate them. Next time I speak with you we will explore the hospital again! Peace and long life to you all.