Blog Assignment #1

 I was born in the great place of Woman's Hospital to two amazing parents. I was born on one warm, September night, in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I have three siblings who I adore (most of the time) and cherish (except when i wish they would disappear). Occasionally my birthday will fall on Labor day and that mean no school! :) I like those years.

When I was a wee tot... I caused my poor parents loads of trouble. My older sister was the good one who was, normally, happy and sleeping. Not me. I was the kid that was always hyper and talking at the pace of a billion words per minutes and playing with her toes. Seriously, in the car, when I was fusing, my mom would reach back and take off my shoe and that would buy her five minutes. Then, she would take off the sock for another five minute. Then the other shoe ans so on...

As I grew older and mom started to home school me with my sister, I grew terrified for the school room. My grandfather, who's house we did school in, killed and took to a taxidermist and ferocious havelina. This thing was the beast of the room, surrounded by similarly, but not quite as horrendous, creepy bambis. Five of them. And three huge fish. It was a creepy room. Mom made my sister and I work in this room on our school work, alone. My sister did not help my fear with her "they're going to eat us!" act :( It was bad, and terrifing, and scarring, and the kinda thing people need years of counseling to fix.

 On a better note, as I grew older and braver, I started to hang out with my older cousin more. BIG MISTAKE. The, supposedly, wiser, more responsible cousin of mine took me four wheeler riding with her and my sister, the same sister as the school room fright. My cousin was the best cousin ever and put me on the front rack on the four wheeler. I, wearing regular summer clothing, readily obeyed because every little girls wishes to be just like her older relatives. She drove me through a brier patch. No, that's not right, she drove me through three brier patches. I was so cut up, and my mother didn't even notice-probably just thought i was my usual clumsy self and fell into a pile of sticks or something. sigh.

Well, that was supposed to have been happier ':o After being home schooled and having no friends except for the evil  relatives I went to...real school. This was a school where I didn't have to always be the youngest, the tag-along, the little kid, the hindrance. I could be cool. So was psyched and the first day rolled around. It was great. I played three years of a sport i had no natural talent for but still ended up starting my third year. I was so proud of my self, what an accomplishment. I excelled academically and even some artistically so here I am. Not staring in a Diary of a Wimpy Kid.