I was lying there tonight, starring at the ceiling, trying to decide what I wanted to write about next. I can be political all day but eventually it gets old. For some reason or another I decided to talk about me. My life and what’s happened in it so far that made me who I am today. So for the next however many entries into this blog I'm going to talk about just that. My life experiences, the good, the bad, and the indifferent. As much as my memory can remember and as biased as I can be. Some entries will be shorter and cover a lot of time while others may cover brief moments but are very important to me so I may ramble, even more so in situations like this were I am writing at ungodly hours. I’m going to try to keep it fairly chronological I think but that may change. I’ll try to list dates as often as possible, never use fully names or in some cases not use names at all to protect the guilty. So without further ado the biography of some random dude.
The Early Years
Honestly I don't remember any real stand out moments during my early years. I remember people, faces and names of school mates, some close friends, and teachers. Many of them probably wouldn't remember me much less recognize me now days. I remember going to a preschool but not much about it. Playing farmer in the dale is about it.
In elementary school I was a pretty quiet kid. I would like to say I was fairly well know but I think it was just that kids knew me because my mom ran the PTO. First was Kindergarten with Mrs. Shadwick who always went as Mother Goose for Halloween. Then came Mrs. Lampo I believe, Mrs Bonstead, I can picture the 4th grade teacher in my mind but can't remember a name to save my life (Mrs. Wassom maybe?), and finally Mrs Gallemore. Hard to forget Mrs. G, any field trip that was in walking distance that is how we got there. She always called me out whenever I'd slack off and knew I could be better than I was at everything. I remember C.J. T., Avery G., Bobby B., Robert H., Brett K., Jarrod P., Josh R., Dwayne J., Sheba S., Heather V., Missy N., Brittany H., Craig, Matt, Jimmie, and Jason. I only know where a few of them are today. Funny how that works.
I remember 3rd or 4th grade when Craig, who I had spent hours playing Mike Tyson Punch Out, had an accident of some kind. I honestly don't think I was ever told the exacts just that it was bad. Getting to see him after he got out of the hospital and it registering just how bad it was.
Looking back I remember more of the bad than the good and I'm not sure why that is. It's not like there isn't any good but the bad stuff is the clearest in my memory. It's still that way today with more recent events. Maybe it's my brains way of learning from past mistakes, or keeping in mind that life isn't fair. Not that it matters, looking back I wouldn't change a thing. I'm the person I am today because of everything that happened in my life.
Looking back I remember more of the bad than the good and I'm not sure why that is. It's not like there isn't any good but the bad stuff is the clearest in my memory. It's still that way today with more recent events. Maybe it's my brains way of learning from past mistakes, or keeping in mind that life isn't fair. Not that it matters, looking back I wouldn't change a thing. I'm the person I am today because of everything that happened in my life.
