April 9th, 2007 (10:42 pm)
current mood: chipper
current song: Hilary Duff ~ Dignity
There isn’t any one interesting moment in my life since I’m only twenty years old, I haven’t had many chances to get out into the world on my own. But, I have a lot of events that have occurred in my life. Some good, some bad. I’ve put some together in a sort of highlight reel for you.
I was born on June 26th 1986 in Springfield Massachusetts. I was rather short at just 18 inches- I guess I’m still on the short side. I don’t remember much about the birth but to hear my mom tell it…well lets just say it was a painful event for her. My mom loves to talk about how long she was in labor. It seems with each successive year the labor part of the story gets longer and longer.
Anyway , lets move on. I went to Disneyland when I was two. But again I don’t remember much about it. My mom says I had a good time and that’s about all I can say about that.
Moving on again, my first school was Our Lady of Hope School in Springfield Massachusetts. I enjoyed school for the most part but there was a little incident in kindergarten…well maybe not so little, I was almost suspended from kindergarten when I bonked another girl on top of the head. My mom had to beg the principal not to suspend me. Yet another story my mom loves to tell that gets longer and longer as the years go by.
When I was seven we moved to Ludlow. I spent a year in public school in Ludlow-without incident- but my parents decided to send me back to the schools with the nuns. I went to St. John the Baptist school and I also took piano lessons from a nun after school. I volunteered to be an altar server the very first year they allowed girls to do it. During these years my family decided to take a cruise through the western Caribbean. We went to Florida and I went to Universal Studio’s theme park which was brand new at the time. In fact, they hadn’t finished building it. There were movie themed rides-like, Back to the Future and Jaws- it was fun. I also went to nickelodeon studios while we were there. After that, we got on the ship and sailed out of Miami. The first place we stopped was Mexico where I was attacked by a giant lizard that crawled from the sewer. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly giant…in fact I guess it was probably only six maybe seven fee…I mean inches long. I guess I’ve got a little of my mom in me. Huh?
We took a few trips here and there after that. I’ve been to Canada but that was only for a day. We went to Washington D.C. during the whole Monica Lewinski thing. I had a great time there and I wasn’t attacked by any giant lizards. We saw the Washington monument, Vietnam memorial, the zoo which was really cool, the Holocaust Memorial, the Air and Space museum, Smithsonian, Fords theater where President Lincoln was shot while watching a play. We were everywhere. It was a blast.
Not much happened to me after that. In 2000 I started my freshman year of high school at Cathedral in Springfield. During this time I turned sixteen and got my learners permit. Which worried my parents and anyone who might have seen me driving. It took a while but my mom finally thought I was ready in the summer of 2003 and we went down to take the drivers test. After the trooper yelled at me for running a stop sign during the test… I got in line to get my picture taken for my new license. Yet another story my mom loves to tell.
I graduated from Cathedral high school, by the skin of my teeth in the class of 2004. My parents gave me a car as a graduation gift. Which leads me to another incident in my life. A little over a year after I got the car a dump truck took a left turn in front of me and I crashed into it. It so wasn’t my fault though. The car was a total loss and I had a few bruises but nothing else major happened of it. It took me five months to get a new car, which I never crashed. In fact a year to the day that I bought that car I traded it in for something brand new. I have yet to get in accident with that one, and knock on wood, never will.
My first car wasn’t the only car I’ve crashed. This is yet another story my mom likes to guilt trip me with. I was driving along route 21, it was starting to get cold and it was raining a little bit. I was talking to my boyfriend, who was in the passengers seat, one minute and the next I was on the other side of the road upside down with a telephone pole next to me on the road. I had slid on some black ice and it was scary. A twelve thousand dollar truck and a five thousand dollar telephone pole later I’m still alive and kicking. It was my dads truck, and when I tell people that they say he must have been mad at me. You have no idea how much I wish he was mad at me. I lost my father recently. It was very sudden and its still hard to talk about.
It seems like tragedy blows through my life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. I guess I’m waiting for the dust to settle, and then I have to choose. I can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion I remember, or I can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild. Because after disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. But the moving on part is hard. Everybody wants things to go their way, and often times I see people get what they want. It seems like life doesn’t want me to have that.
Maybe next time I’ll be able to write about my dad, but for now I’ll stick to the guilt trip stories my mother loves to tell. So looking back now, maybe I have had some interesting moments in my life. I guess I’ll leave that up for you to decide.