Just_Peachy
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"My Fascinating Family"
By: Anne/ Just_Peachy.
Short: This is the story of my actual life. For those who would like to read, please do... after all, that's why its posted on this forum! You can also leave any feedback you wish... It actually would be greatly appreciated.
My first memory was of me screaming as a toddler that I had had a bad dream. I ran to my parents rooms and thrust myself on top of their bed sobbing uncontrollably.
"Mommy, I had a bad dream!" I screamed.
My mother picked me up and carried me back to my bedroom which was right next to theirs. She sat me down in my large bed and tucked me in again. I soon fell back asleep and then morning came. I woke up and glanced around my room. I had an old dark stained brown wooden dresser complete with a mirror, and some dirty clothes and toys strewn across my floor. I glanced down at my rainbow themed sheets and found a brown spot smeared across a rainbow. At the time, I thought nothing of it. Until I remembered the dream. I had drempt that aliens had come, and were standing behind the bars of my headboard to my bed. They reached out for me, and I woke up. The aliens at the time, just looked like big brown blobs with eyes.
My second memory was of my mother changing my diaper in the middle of the hallway. I remember that we had a carpet of different shades of brown. Almost resembling a calico cat's fur. I also remember that I was crying. I'm not sure why, but I was. Yet again, I couldn't have been more than two years old.
My third memory was my family celebrating the birthday of my sister, Lindsy. I remember her in her baby swing in the living room rocking. My mother sat on the couch and was blowing up some balloons. She had gotten up to go to the kitchen for something, and asked me to push Lindsy a little more to keep the swing going. I pushed with all my might, and the swing it the wall. Lindsy started to scream. My mother rushed in, and yelled at me. I can't recall what she had said, but later, I was sent to my room. Then later that day, I returned to the living room to help my father finish blowing up the balloons. Again, I was two to three years of age.
My next memories are somewhat of a blur to me now. I remember having a large back yard with some dying patches of grass. My house was a shade of light blue, and we had a gravel drive way. We lived in a city called "Louisville" in Ohio. Our neighbors were two little blonde girls, who always pretended to be my friend, but never were. I remember them having a lemonade maker, and they were constantly brewing fresh tea and lemonade for a sale stand at the end of their drive way. I also remember about the same time, smashing my finger in the kitchen door, and screaming. That same day, I got my leg caught in the back of my kitchen chair between the back rest bars. My grandfather had to saw one of the bars off, to free my leg. Also, at about the same time, I had locked myself in my room and couldn't get out. My father had to get his screw driver and unscrew the screws to get the knob off. For the remainder of the time, my door knob was missing. I ended up staying in my room and playing my little white plastic trumpet with different colored keys. I stopped briefly because I could hear a noise coming from the bathroom. I peeped through the hole in my door to discover that my father was peeing in the bathroom -that was located just across the hall from my room - and he caught me. After that, I had very little memories of my family.
We moved out of that house and into a brick home in North Canton, Ohio. I recall very few memories there... One of them, picking my sister Lindsy off of the kitchen floor because she had decided that she was going to pee on it. The other, happened at night. I was sitting in the kitchen at night with no lights on. My mother was in the freezer getting me some ice cream. I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I look back, she was pregnant. -With Michael.
To be honest, I don't really remember much that went on in our new house until my next memory. It was of me and my mom riding in our red car somewhere. I remember having some clothes in a suitcase next to me, and a couple of my hung clothes on a hook above the back seat car door opposite me. I was fastened tightly with a seat belt gazing out of the window. I never really asked, and for what reason, I do not know. I guess I just figured that we were going to see Grandma for a short while. We pulled into the driveway belonging to a home that I had never seen before... at least not to my knowledge. It was a big house. Red brick with a giant grey fence that wrapped around part of the yard. I remember holding my mothers hand, and walking through the garage to the door that lead to the house. I knocked lightly. Then my mother repeated it, only louder. A man came to the door that was very tall, and I peered up at him trying to remember if I had seen him before. I hadn't. At least, not that I could recall. I turned around to look at my mother, who at this time, I don't think, was no longer pregnant. She had a little tear forming in her eye. I looked back at the man, who was exchanging glances between me and my mother. And then I turned around and looked back at my mother. She was now crying, sobbing really.
I'm not really sure if I actually understood what was happening, but I knew it wasn't good. When I saw my mothers eyes water, and drip coming from them smearing down her face, it suddenly 'clicked'. For what reason, I don't know, but I reached up for my mothers neck and wouldn't let go. I started to cry because I realized that I was to stay here, and she was leaving. I wrapped my arms around her so tightly, that when she stood up, I was picked up off the ground. I hung there like a monkey clinging to its mother. I was now crying and my mother hugged me tightly, and then put me down. She told me she loved me, and then sat my clothes on the kitchen table. And turned, and walked out. Closing the door behind her. I sat on the floor and pouted for a little bit, and then got up to open the door... She was gone. I don't remember anything after that. The next thing I knew, I was outside with a blonde girl, named Stacey. She was trying to cheer me up, by playing outside on the swing set that matched the fence lining part of the yard.
"I'm Stacey... what's yours?" She asked with her buck teeth sticking out.
She had a messy hair cut and long bangs. Big blue eyes and a goofy smile. She was actually kind of annoying, but I stuck with her throughout my childhood.
"I'm Ann..."
I remember swinging for awhile, and then going inside. The man that had greeted me at the door was now in the kitchen preparing what seemed to be lunch or dinner. It was a Summer day, I remember that much. A woman came home a little while after, and kissed me on the cheek. She had long black hair, and long bangs across her forehead.
"I'm your new mommy!" She exclaimed.
I just glanced at her, not really knowing the full situation at the time. The man chimed in... "And I'm your new Daddy... but you don't have to call me dad, if you don't want to Ann." And then I was introduced to a number of other children. It was hard keeping tack of their names, but in time, I got the hang of it.
The oldest, was Ricky. He had short dark brown hair, and was deaf. I didn't really know he was deaf until much later... so I just talked to him like he was listening. The second oldest was Nicky. He had short brown hair a little lighter than Ricky's. And it was extremely curly. I remember getting along a lot better with Nicky than I had the rest of the children. Eventually, two others came to live with us. Sonny and Crystal. Sonny was a cute little boy with bleach blonde hair and big blue eyes. Crystal was a fat little red headed baby with brown squinted eyes. I remember that the man that had greeted me at the door... his name is Richard. Or Rick, for short. The "mother" was Donna. I called them by their names, because in my mind, I already had a mother and father...
As time passed, I got used to calling Rick and Donna my mom and dad. Stacey had, as well as Ricky and Nicky...so I guess I just kind of followed them. It ended up taking me two years to call them that, but I had. I remember growing very attached to my new dad. I always hung on his legs while he was walking around the house. I don't really remember him working, but he must have. I was 4 years old when I was adopted, and age 6 when I came to realize that my parents weren't coming back. Now, Rick and Donna were my parents.
I soon found out that the fencing in our back yard surrounded a swimming pool. And I started to attend Kindergarten classes when I was five years old. I rode the buss every day with a neighbor girl named Allison... who later became my best friend. Every day after Kindergarten, I'd run into the house to my nanny. Her name was Patti. She loved me, and I loved her. We always swam in the pool together before the other kids got home, and we both sun tanned on the sidewalk surrounding the in-ground pool. I learned to swim when I was five as well... she taught me. Well, she and my older brother Ricky!
I also remember several other kids coming over, and staying a long time but then moving on. Not really understanding another concept, I just kept on truckin' with my own business. Playing with Allison was fun. She lived right across the street and had a huge jungle gym in her back yard. We played just about every day outside climbing trees, going on treasure hunts, hide and seek, and so on. Eventually, we got into a heated argument... I'm sure about something stupid, and started to scream at each other in her drive way. I started to storm away from her, stomping my feet with every step I took. She ran up to me and hit me on my back. I turned around and started hitting back. We ended up getting into the classing "girl fight" with our hands throwing in each others faces. I never saw her again after that.
That didn't really matter because, just at that time, I had met a girl named Maria a block away. All I really needed to do was cut through my neighbors lawns and I was at her house. She was greek, and we ended up playing house and dress up a lot. She had a younger brother named Yhonni, and I seemed to have taken a liking to him. Yhonni and my brother Nicky would always play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in the actual sewers together... GROSS! I also made friends with two little twin blonde girls that moved into the house behind where I lived. Their names were Carolyn and Anna.
Soon after that, I had my name changed due to an adoption. My name changed from Ann Louise, to Annie Kathryn. I didn't know it at the time, but the two twin girls I had at one time befriended, Carolyn and Anna, would become school mates of mine later in life. (I don't think they remembered me).
Also at the age of five, I got a night time babysitter sometimes. Her name was Sunni. She was a Korean woman that had a leg problem. She was paralyzed from the waist down, and needed to use full leg braces and crutches to get around. She was fun. She'd make me go to bed with the other children at bed time, and I'd lay on the floor with my pillow at my door way waiting for her to come up the stairs and get me. She most often took her leg braces off, and (at the time, I used to ask her why she took her legs off...) and crawl up the stairs to see if I was waiting. She'd motion for me to come downstairs with her. I'd get up and go down and stay up watching scary movies and eat pop corn. I liked her! Then, when my parents would come home, I'd have to rush upstairs and pretend like I was sleeping. My parents never knew until recently!
While in Kindergarten, I remember having a "Show and Tell" moment with the class. I sat in the back of the room with my legs out in front of me and my hands propped up behind me. My teacher stopped everything and looked at me.
"Why don't you go to the nurses office, Annie, you look green."
I walked to the nurses office, and they took my temperature. The nurse told me I had a fever of 102.2. I remember it clear as day, because, I was sent home from school. You see, I loved school. I didn't want to go! But, they made me. My mother sat me in bed, and told me to stay under the covers. by early evening, I had broken out in chicken pox. I remember vomiting in a McDonalds Halloween bucket a couple times and being so sick, I thought I'd die. My father gave me a bath in oatmeal and dried me off quickly. Then he began to pour calamine lotion into my hands and told me to rub it in... "it will stop the itching."
By the age of six, I recall my parents having a very loud fight. I would lay in my bed and listen intently. I couldn't understand what it was about, but I knew it had been serious. The next day, everything seemed to be back to normal. My mother woke me up and dressed me before school. I started to throw tantrums every time they made me wear pants. I hated it! My mother used to stick her fingers in between the waistband of my pants and my stomach, and couldn't get them in! I complained that "My clothes are falling off!" So, every day, I had to wear a dress. Specifically, I liked my powder blue Little Mermaid dress.
Eventually at night, the arguments got gruesome. And then one day, I woke up and came downstairs to my parents fighting again. My mother was crying this time and picked me up and took me outside of the house. She put me into our family van and drove away, leaving my daddy behind. All the kids were already waiting in the van. I started to cry. I remember my mom pulling into a very large parking lot. I didn't realize it until recently, but it was Giant Eagle Grocery Store. -Not three blocks from where we lived. She parked and looked back at us crying. She began to explain why she and dad had been fighting recently, and told us that she was "getting a divorce." She asked me if I knew what it meant, and I nodded. Although I hadn't, I pretended as if I did. I didn't care, I just wanted to go home and see dad.
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Ok OK! Sorry to bore you! I will update another section of my life tomorrow, or even at a later time... Hope you enjoy this! I really would like for people to get to know me a little better, and this is the only way I know how. Thank you for reading this, and please... leave a response! I'd love to hear your thoughts.
By: Anne/ Just_Peachy.
Short: This is the story of my actual life. For those who would like to read, please do... after all, that's why its posted on this forum! You can also leave any feedback you wish... It actually would be greatly appreciated.
My first memory was of me screaming as a toddler that I had had a bad dream. I ran to my parents rooms and thrust myself on top of their bed sobbing uncontrollably.
"Mommy, I had a bad dream!" I screamed.
My mother picked me up and carried me back to my bedroom which was right next to theirs. She sat me down in my large bed and tucked me in again. I soon fell back asleep and then morning came. I woke up and glanced around my room. I had an old dark stained brown wooden dresser complete with a mirror, and some dirty clothes and toys strewn across my floor. I glanced down at my rainbow themed sheets and found a brown spot smeared across a rainbow. At the time, I thought nothing of it. Until I remembered the dream. I had drempt that aliens had come, and were standing behind the bars of my headboard to my bed. They reached out for me, and I woke up. The aliens at the time, just looked like big brown blobs with eyes.
My second memory was of my mother changing my diaper in the middle of the hallway. I remember that we had a carpet of different shades of brown. Almost resembling a calico cat's fur. I also remember that I was crying. I'm not sure why, but I was. Yet again, I couldn't have been more than two years old.
My third memory was my family celebrating the birthday of my sister, Lindsy. I remember her in her baby swing in the living room rocking. My mother sat on the couch and was blowing up some balloons. She had gotten up to go to the kitchen for something, and asked me to push Lindsy a little more to keep the swing going. I pushed with all my might, and the swing it the wall. Lindsy started to scream. My mother rushed in, and yelled at me. I can't recall what she had said, but later, I was sent to my room. Then later that day, I returned to the living room to help my father finish blowing up the balloons. Again, I was two to three years of age.
My next memories are somewhat of a blur to me now. I remember having a large back yard with some dying patches of grass. My house was a shade of light blue, and we had a gravel drive way. We lived in a city called "Louisville" in Ohio. Our neighbors were two little blonde girls, who always pretended to be my friend, but never were. I remember them having a lemonade maker, and they were constantly brewing fresh tea and lemonade for a sale stand at the end of their drive way. I also remember about the same time, smashing my finger in the kitchen door, and screaming. That same day, I got my leg caught in the back of my kitchen chair between the back rest bars. My grandfather had to saw one of the bars off, to free my leg. Also, at about the same time, I had locked myself in my room and couldn't get out. My father had to get his screw driver and unscrew the screws to get the knob off. For the remainder of the time, my door knob was missing. I ended up staying in my room and playing my little white plastic trumpet with different colored keys. I stopped briefly because I could hear a noise coming from the bathroom. I peeped through the hole in my door to discover that my father was peeing in the bathroom -that was located just across the hall from my room - and he caught me. After that, I had very little memories of my family.
We moved out of that house and into a brick home in North Canton, Ohio. I recall very few memories there... One of them, picking my sister Lindsy off of the kitchen floor because she had decided that she was going to pee on it. The other, happened at night. I was sitting in the kitchen at night with no lights on. My mother was in the freezer getting me some ice cream. I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I look back, she was pregnant. -With Michael.
To be honest, I don't really remember much that went on in our new house until my next memory. It was of me and my mom riding in our red car somewhere. I remember having some clothes in a suitcase next to me, and a couple of my hung clothes on a hook above the back seat car door opposite me. I was fastened tightly with a seat belt gazing out of the window. I never really asked, and for what reason, I do not know. I guess I just figured that we were going to see Grandma for a short while. We pulled into the driveway belonging to a home that I had never seen before... at least not to my knowledge. It was a big house. Red brick with a giant grey fence that wrapped around part of the yard. I remember holding my mothers hand, and walking through the garage to the door that lead to the house. I knocked lightly. Then my mother repeated it, only louder. A man came to the door that was very tall, and I peered up at him trying to remember if I had seen him before. I hadn't. At least, not that I could recall. I turned around to look at my mother, who at this time, I don't think, was no longer pregnant. She had a little tear forming in her eye. I looked back at the man, who was exchanging glances between me and my mother. And then I turned around and looked back at my mother. She was now crying, sobbing really.
I'm not really sure if I actually understood what was happening, but I knew it wasn't good. When I saw my mothers eyes water, and drip coming from them smearing down her face, it suddenly 'clicked'. For what reason, I don't know, but I reached up for my mothers neck and wouldn't let go. I started to cry because I realized that I was to stay here, and she was leaving. I wrapped my arms around her so tightly, that when she stood up, I was picked up off the ground. I hung there like a monkey clinging to its mother. I was now crying and my mother hugged me tightly, and then put me down. She told me she loved me, and then sat my clothes on the kitchen table. And turned, and walked out. Closing the door behind her. I sat on the floor and pouted for a little bit, and then got up to open the door... She was gone. I don't remember anything after that. The next thing I knew, I was outside with a blonde girl, named Stacey. She was trying to cheer me up, by playing outside on the swing set that matched the fence lining part of the yard.
"I'm Stacey... what's yours?" She asked with her buck teeth sticking out.
She had a messy hair cut and long bangs. Big blue eyes and a goofy smile. She was actually kind of annoying, but I stuck with her throughout my childhood.
"I'm Ann..."
I remember swinging for awhile, and then going inside. The man that had greeted me at the door was now in the kitchen preparing what seemed to be lunch or dinner. It was a Summer day, I remember that much. A woman came home a little while after, and kissed me on the cheek. She had long black hair, and long bangs across her forehead.
"I'm your new mommy!" She exclaimed.
I just glanced at her, not really knowing the full situation at the time. The man chimed in... "And I'm your new Daddy... but you don't have to call me dad, if you don't want to Ann." And then I was introduced to a number of other children. It was hard keeping tack of their names, but in time, I got the hang of it.
The oldest, was Ricky. He had short dark brown hair, and was deaf. I didn't really know he was deaf until much later... so I just talked to him like he was listening. The second oldest was Nicky. He had short brown hair a little lighter than Ricky's. And it was extremely curly. I remember getting along a lot better with Nicky than I had the rest of the children. Eventually, two others came to live with us. Sonny and Crystal. Sonny was a cute little boy with bleach blonde hair and big blue eyes. Crystal was a fat little red headed baby with brown squinted eyes. I remember that the man that had greeted me at the door... his name is Richard. Or Rick, for short. The "mother" was Donna. I called them by their names, because in my mind, I already had a mother and father...
As time passed, I got used to calling Rick and Donna my mom and dad. Stacey had, as well as Ricky and Nicky...so I guess I just kind of followed them. It ended up taking me two years to call them that, but I had. I remember growing very attached to my new dad. I always hung on his legs while he was walking around the house. I don't really remember him working, but he must have. I was 4 years old when I was adopted, and age 6 when I came to realize that my parents weren't coming back. Now, Rick and Donna were my parents.
I soon found out that the fencing in our back yard surrounded a swimming pool. And I started to attend Kindergarten classes when I was five years old. I rode the buss every day with a neighbor girl named Allison... who later became my best friend. Every day after Kindergarten, I'd run into the house to my nanny. Her name was Patti. She loved me, and I loved her. We always swam in the pool together before the other kids got home, and we both sun tanned on the sidewalk surrounding the in-ground pool. I learned to swim when I was five as well... she taught me. Well, she and my older brother Ricky!
I also remember several other kids coming over, and staying a long time but then moving on. Not really understanding another concept, I just kept on truckin' with my own business. Playing with Allison was fun. She lived right across the street and had a huge jungle gym in her back yard. We played just about every day outside climbing trees, going on treasure hunts, hide and seek, and so on. Eventually, we got into a heated argument... I'm sure about something stupid, and started to scream at each other in her drive way. I started to storm away from her, stomping my feet with every step I took. She ran up to me and hit me on my back. I turned around and started hitting back. We ended up getting into the classing "girl fight" with our hands throwing in each others faces. I never saw her again after that.
That didn't really matter because, just at that time, I had met a girl named Maria a block away. All I really needed to do was cut through my neighbors lawns and I was at her house. She was greek, and we ended up playing house and dress up a lot. She had a younger brother named Yhonni, and I seemed to have taken a liking to him. Yhonni and my brother Nicky would always play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in the actual sewers together... GROSS! I also made friends with two little twin blonde girls that moved into the house behind where I lived. Their names were Carolyn and Anna.
Soon after that, I had my name changed due to an adoption. My name changed from Ann Louise, to Annie Kathryn. I didn't know it at the time, but the two twin girls I had at one time befriended, Carolyn and Anna, would become school mates of mine later in life. (I don't think they remembered me).
Also at the age of five, I got a night time babysitter sometimes. Her name was Sunni. She was a Korean woman that had a leg problem. She was paralyzed from the waist down, and needed to use full leg braces and crutches to get around. She was fun. She'd make me go to bed with the other children at bed time, and I'd lay on the floor with my pillow at my door way waiting for her to come up the stairs and get me. She most often took her leg braces off, and (at the time, I used to ask her why she took her legs off...) and crawl up the stairs to see if I was waiting. She'd motion for me to come downstairs with her. I'd get up and go down and stay up watching scary movies and eat pop corn. I liked her! Then, when my parents would come home, I'd have to rush upstairs and pretend like I was sleeping. My parents never knew until recently!
While in Kindergarten, I remember having a "Show and Tell" moment with the class. I sat in the back of the room with my legs out in front of me and my hands propped up behind me. My teacher stopped everything and looked at me.
"Why don't you go to the nurses office, Annie, you look green."
I walked to the nurses office, and they took my temperature. The nurse told me I had a fever of 102.2. I remember it clear as day, because, I was sent home from school. You see, I loved school. I didn't want to go! But, they made me. My mother sat me in bed, and told me to stay under the covers. by early evening, I had broken out in chicken pox. I remember vomiting in a McDonalds Halloween bucket a couple times and being so sick, I thought I'd die. My father gave me a bath in oatmeal and dried me off quickly. Then he began to pour calamine lotion into my hands and told me to rub it in... "it will stop the itching."
By the age of six, I recall my parents having a very loud fight. I would lay in my bed and listen intently. I couldn't understand what it was about, but I knew it had been serious. The next day, everything seemed to be back to normal. My mother woke me up and dressed me before school. I started to throw tantrums every time they made me wear pants. I hated it! My mother used to stick her fingers in between the waistband of my pants and my stomach, and couldn't get them in! I complained that "My clothes are falling off!" So, every day, I had to wear a dress. Specifically, I liked my powder blue Little Mermaid dress.
Eventually at night, the arguments got gruesome. And then one day, I woke up and came downstairs to my parents fighting again. My mother was crying this time and picked me up and took me outside of the house. She put me into our family van and drove away, leaving my daddy behind. All the kids were already waiting in the van. I started to cry. I remember my mom pulling into a very large parking lot. I didn't realize it until recently, but it was Giant Eagle Grocery Store. -Not three blocks from where we lived. She parked and looked back at us crying. She began to explain why she and dad had been fighting recently, and told us that she was "getting a divorce." She asked me if I knew what it meant, and I nodded. Although I hadn't, I pretended as if I did. I didn't care, I just wanted to go home and see dad.
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Ok OK! Sorry to bore you! I will update another section of my life tomorrow, or even at a later time... Hope you enjoy this! I really would like for people to get to know me a little better, and this is the only way I know how. Thank you for reading this, and please... leave a response! I'd love to hear your thoughts.