Blast from the past

Remember last week I began to tell you my story? I started with my first few memories. Well I decided i'm not really going to do this whole get to know me thing cronologically because thats just another part of me. I dont necessarily always do thing the way their supposed to be done. Sometimes I find shortcuts.

If you remember from last week I told you I was born in maryland. I lived in this tiny little apartment with my parenst and an assortment of other people. There were ALWAYS people in my house. We got guests from all over the world and various aunts and uncles were always living with us in this itty bitty two bedroom apartment. I can see the place now. It had a white door with two locks. One regular lock and then one of those locks you slide across the door. And then it had a whole in the door so yo ucan peek to see whos outside that I could never see out of. When you opened the door you were in the living room. We had these not so pretty beige couches lined up against the wall and this big brown entertaiment holder with the tv and vhs and sound system in it. Then from the living room you could see the whole home. There was a dinning room table placed against the wall and two bedrooms with a kitchen in between. It was home.

Back then I didn't realize that my home was small compared to how most of the middle class livied. I didn't really realize that it was odd that most of my neighbirs only spoke spanish. I was just a little girl and to me this was normal. Ever since I was a little i've enjoyed television. I've never been one of those channel flippers who can just watch anything. Even back then I had my shows. I would watch barney and teletubbies in the morning then aurther in the afternoon. I loved those shows and enjyoed them very much. I also used to watch this show about a girl who wore stipped pants and lived on a clock. I was a pbs all the way girl.

I was really gulible. My parents could convince me anything. For the first five years of my life I was convinced that the doctors told my parents I had to eat oatmeal every morning. Back then the doctor was like the police to me. I was scared of them because they gave shots. And everytime I would tell the doctor, " Be careful. I'm a little girl only 5 years old! Dont give me the big people shot please". Then the doctor would assure me it was the right shot but I would still cry and kick and scream like there was no tommorow. I had this video of kids from south africa singing that I would really enjoy. They sang some sogns in english and others in south african and I knew all the words to both. I would even do the litle movments. But that was jsut me.

So there you go, that was a blast from the past. more coming next week.