My Family

I decided while in the tub that I'd write a blurb about my family.

Here goes:

I grew up not knowing why about so many things. I didn't understand why we ate, why we cleaned, why we slept. I thought it was what we did because everyone else did it, not understanding that I, too, needed things in order to survive. I was pulled along instead of chugging along on my own.

My parents never knew what hit them. 1 kid, 2 kid, 3 kid, 4. All in a span of 7 or 8 years. My dad must have got the wind knocked out of him with the babies rushing out of my mom's womb like footballs being hiked. He didn't have time to do the whole "Blue 22, red 24, hut, hut, hike!" All he got out was, "Huhhhyikes!"

I feel bad for my parents, with all those needy mouths running around, eyes watching and needing, bodies expressing everything and nothing at the same time, they must have found it hard to get a moment in edgewise for themselves. I'm not honestly sure how they found time to have sex, but they must have had it at least 9 times. Either that or the stork nursery rhyme really is true. Seeing as I have a hard time learning due to a lack of chemicals in my brain, I find it hard to know what could be real and what's pure human creation.

Anyway, my mom and dad somehow made it through (this long anyways) having 9 children fighting, growing, growling, and snuggling. I was the third girl. Lacking in estrogen and probably every other nutrient, my poor mother's body tried to pass along anything to me and my gut. I'm sure I got Something, but it weren't much. Since the day I was born, I took off running. I was a little wild girl who acted calm for the first 4-5 years of my life. When I hit school age my perfectionism and competitive spirit flourished in school where I could unleash my every whim on the unsuspecting teachers.