Monday, December 6, 2010

Personal History!

I remember moving to the big two-story house in the cul-de-sac. I think I was 4 and it was still in Coaldale. We had so much fun playing in the cul-de-sac with all the neighbor kids! Again I knew everyone who lived there and had my few that I would visit with all the time. I also had a couple of friends that I played with. It was still a 3 bedroom so me and my sister still had to share a room, and my parents were still renting. After awhile though my mom moved my sister into the very tiny office (it was like a closet) while she was at school. I don't think I ever saw her more happy and excited! I didn't know sharing a room with me was so bad! Though I didn't care, I had a great big room all to myself! I remember getting into trouble often because I would climb from the balcony onto the roof. I was a little monkey and loved to climb. I learned how to ride a 2 wheeler in the cul-de-sac. Ginger and her best friend taught me and another neighbor boy. I loved my little blue, sparkly, rainbow brite bike. I use to ride my bike all over the place. I remember getting into trouble once for riding my bike to Coladale's main street which was like 15-20 blocks from my house. You could also find me riding my sister's bike occasionally while she was at school. It was way too big for me. I couldn't pedal and sit on the seat at the same time. We never had to wear helmets back then. I don't think I've ever worn a helmet bike riding. Now that is unheard of. I started kindergarten and went to St. Joseph's school. My teacher's were Mrs. Marten and Mrs. Deezer. I like them a lot. I remember being very nervous my first day and crying a bit. I've always gotten really nervous about new things. My mom always thought I would give myself an ulcer cause I would make myself sick with worry. I remember having to stay over at my Grandma and Grandpa Malacko's once and my Grandma knit me a beautiful blue sweater and I picked out little lamb buttons. I wore it to their church and because I was so nervous about being there I threw up all over it. I never got to wear the sweater again.

03/01/09

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