So I will tell u a bit about myself. I was born in Eugene Oregon. My dad had a job where every time he got promoted we had to move. I grew up in Springfield until around 4th grade where we moved to Grandpass Oregon, we only lived 1 yr from here and I was so glad I hated this town. It was a crappy little town. We lived in a 3 bedroom single wide manufactured home. My room was only big enough for 1 twin size bed and a dresser with my TV. I remember every time i wanted to be in my room I had to climb over my bed just to be in my room and my bed was right up next to the window. The only good thing about this town was a lady that lived in the same trailer park (yes trailer park lol). I honestly don't remember her name anymore but I sure remember her face. I remember her inviting us over for dinner one night for homemade chilli. Now I don't like chilli. But this chilli was the BEST chill I have ever eaten and until this day I have never tasted chilli that tasted the same since then. I hated that school. Everyone were snobs and I was going through an ugly face from child to teen. I bloomed way to early. I matured at age 9. That is a bit traumatic for a child back in those days. I was the only one to have "grown" up physically. Plus being heavier didn't help matters. From here we moved to Ontario Oregon. I still love that town. It was a great town to be in. We joined the local Lutheran church and started to become part of the community in this town. Mom worked at the local laundry mat. I remember walking to her work after school and helping her fold laundry for other people. She taught me how to fold everything just how it should be. I had some great friends also. Half white half mexican. This town was a farming town so we had a lot of migrant workers that would come in and pick potatoes/mint/corn/alfalfa. The smell of potatoes still make me feel at home. We lived in this town until my 8th grade which from there we moved on Ellensburg Washington. Even though I spent a good portion of my middle/high school years in ellensburg I still remember Ontario as my youth though. I had my first true crush in Ontario with a guy named Manuel. Yup mexican guy. lol.. I know I know for people that know me would think OMG lol.. But back then it was a different time. America even use to be more simple back then. I think we have gotten out of control the last 10 yrs here but thats for another story on another blog. lol..
During my growing up I really had a good child hood I think. For me life wasn't that bad. Little did people know my father had anger issues with my brother and that was a huge part of my life. We had CPS called on us once for my dad attacking my brother and leaving marks on his kneck. Mom didn't know she was off to work and jeremy left for school, just to be held there while police came. I honestly don't remember a lot of that paticular incident. On the outside we were this perfect mom and dad 2 kids boy/girl family who went to church had good moments ect.. What people didn't know was that my dad hit and put down my brother almost every day. My dad was raised u treat girls like princesses and boys need to be brought up as MEN! Which unforchantly meant my brother got the brute end of the deal. Its crazy to think that 2 kids could grow up in the same home and actually life 2 completely different lives. I was the girl that was loved by both parents and felt love by both. My brother on the other hand had an abusive father who beat on him from day 1 and a mother who loved him but always felt like she had to protect him. I remember things were so bad sometimes that my mom and I had to stop my dad from hitting my brother. I felt sometimes my dad would kill my brother given the chance. How sad is that for children to grow up in an environment like that. People truly don't see the inside of a home when what is being protrayed is something completely different. As we got older my brother more and more wouldn't put up with dads bulling but my father felt he will always be the child so the abuse would worse and worse. I don't think things got better until about middle school. Dad has always worked a lot and as long as dad wasn't home there wasn't any fights and that was a good thing.
We did have great memories here and there though of camping and fishing along the snake river. I don't think I ever felt like anyone never loved each other. I think mom's love for everyone kept the family together the most. I had the most freedom in Ontario. Which is quiet funny as ellensburg was smaller and yet mom would let me walk from one part of the town to the other on Ontario but not ellensburg. Perhaps it was because ellensburg was a college town and crazy things can happen there.
Well thats enough picking from my brain today. Might right more later tonight...........
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