[blindreper1179]

I'm bored as hell, so here goes what I can remember.

BORN- March 19, 1989, early morning about 8:30 I don't remember pretty much anything before kindergarten.

Except before I started school, one of my cousins went to read to me, and I said let me do it, and read him the book. He asked my mom if she knew I could read, and she didn't. I taught myself I guess.
That and my moms car stalled on a main road, and went to use a pay phone. While she was doing this, the car caught on fire, and I was still inside. Luckily she saved me. (obviously)

My only full brother was born Sept. 91. I was the perfect older brother! That surely did change as the years went by.

My dad's dad took me to cedar point. I remember staying in the hotel there and on one of the nights, I wet the bed. I was sharing the bed with my one of my cousins. He wasn't too pleased. I also pooped my swimming trunks in the pool. I didn't tell anyone and kept it there until we got back to the hotel room and put it in the toilet.

My parents weren't two pea's in a pod. They were always fighting. My dad is an alcoholic. Always has been. One night I remember looking out their bedroom door, and my dad was yelling at my mom. Next thing I know, he smacks her. I was stunned, I didn't know what to do... Fortunately my brother and I weren't abused physically.

Kindergarten-Went to three different schools. My parents split during the first. It sucked always being the new kid that young. Don't remember the first at all except I liked a girl. The second is a blur too, except that during recess we had a bowling set, and two other kids kept setting up the pins wrong and I kept yelling at them. The teacher said take turns setting them up however. I was so pissed. Yes teacher, let's promote wrong! Finally went to the third school and stayed there until end of fourth grade. Don't remember much, except there was three other people who had the same name as me, and a kid that ate paper. Around this time my mom notices that I pay attention to little details like rims on cars. (We were driving and my mom saw a van that looked like her sisters, and said "Is that Aunt kim?" and I reply, "No mom, the wheels are different."

My fifth birthday was awesome. I received a Sega and a Nintendo. Videogames taking over starts now.

First grade- I remember slightly being a teacher's pet. Talked to a few fellow students. Made my first best friend that I hung out with until high school graduation. Things I remember is calling home sick because I didn't know how to jump rope in gym class and didn't want to get made fun of. Dad wasn't pleased. A kid pulled off his nail because he hurt it the day before. First real gross thing I remember. Playing mouse trap, we got the green guy stuck in the ceiling. one of the girls I liked made me cry because she said the teacher didn't like me and wasn't going to let me leave school. This was the beginning of being picked on as it lasted until graduation of high school as well.

Second grade- Parents were getting divorced, lived with mom. I started writing her maiden name on my school work subconsciously. (My hate for my dad's side of my family was always known deep in me I suppose) She told me that wasn't my last name and to stop. We made a huge Green paper mache T-Rex. This turns out to be the only thing I ever stay after school for through schooling. During a field trip I wet myself around lunch, and didn't tell anyone all day. Sat in pee for the rest of the day. -_- First girl I liked that liked me back. We held hands on the bus and what have you. She said she liked the Packers, and I bought her a pacers pencil. _-_ (didn't like sports then or now)

I can't remember when exactly, but around this time, my mom was driving and the front passenger wheel went flying off. She spun out and we safely made it to a parking lot. To this day we both think my dad removed the lug nuts.

Third Grade-Divorce was finalized around this time. Got my first and only two detentions ever. One for fighting. I was being beaten up, and I got in trouble.... The other for throwing those pink erasers in art class. I was bored enough one day and found out how many licks it took to get to the chewy center of a tootsie pop. It was around 450, can't remember the exact number. I read Goosebumps in elementary, and that was it voluntarily wise. During recess one day, two boys were fighting, and I told them to stop. One of them thought it was a good idea to kick me in the private. I told the lunch lady and said I had to pee. I peed blood. My dad lived in Detroit around this time, and I saw black people for the first time there. I was scared of them right off the bat. My family isn't racist (that I know of, they didn't say racist things around me) so I don't know why that is. My brother and I would have to sleep on my dads water bed in the basement with him because we didn't have our own rooms. Being the drinker he is, he got up and pissed all over bags of clothes we had next to the bed. I was awake, I saw "it", I was/am scared. Most people are skeptics, but I would dream bits of the future up to this point or shortly after. It faded for sure before ten. I remembered almost all of my dreams, and a few I had at this time, would repeat until I was about 15.

Fourth Grade- First teacher I didn't like. I started to realize people on another level. As in characteristics and intentions. I was sick multiple times and threw up twice in school. One on the way to the bathroom. Nice long trail from classroom to bathroom. Another on the way to art class and almost threw up all over the kid in front of me. Good thing for hands!

Fifth Grade- At this point in life, I was forced to move into my dads house. Luckily he moved out of Detroit back into the same city where my mom lived, and where I reside now, Roseville. Unluckily, I had to live with him, my brother, aunt and uncle with 3 kids, and my grandma. Devil family. New elementary, new kid once again. Made some friends, one in a particular way. Story goes like so. I was with a group of kids and across the playground was one kid. They were making fun of him, and I said guys watch this. I walk to him, say don't mind them, I'll be your friend. As he drops his guard, I kick him in the balls, run back, and we all laugh. I apologized the next day, and we were best friends for quite some time. Pokemon started, and I was obsessed as any other kid. Had tons of cards, brought them to school to trade and play. Eventually they were banned. D: My dad made me play baseball. I hated it. I wouldn't bat during the games. Just turn and get hit by the ball. During a practice, my coach said to swing at the ball, so I did. The ball hits my finger and smashes it between the bat. It fractured my finger and you can see the stitches from the baseball on my finger. Had to get a splint, and to this day, I can't close it all the way anymore. During a recess session, I was playing football with a bunch of kids. My team scored, and we were all standing around. A kid shoves me from behind, making me fall. As I was falling, there was a kid on the ground. My eyebrow area of my skull hits his head, and my veins/eyelid instantly explode. I start crying holding my eye. Eventually the kids and lunch lady calm me down and pull my hands away. They look in fear as my eye is swollen shut. A bump about the size of a golf ball replaced my eye.

I'm done for now. If anyone wants to know more. I'll edit/post more. I've read some so far, and all I can say is, wow.