My Childhood

So my childhood isn't anything crazy or unusual. I grew up an Air Force brat. Both of my parents were active duty up until a few years ago. I was born on an Air Force base in North Carolina and a couple of years later was moved up to a teeny-tiny town in New Jersey. I most of my early childhood there, riding dirt-bikes and driving go-carts. My parents were both aircraft maintenance and spent a lot of time overseas in turns.  I took martial arts classes, and my home didn't have any video games.

When I was 3 my baby sister Patricia was born just a few weeks before my 4th Birthday. I went from being an only child to being a big sister. I made it through most of elementary school in New Jersey but when I was 10 my parents got orders to some place in the middle of nowhere Missouri. All I really knew was that my new home was in the middle of tornado alley and thousands of miles away from the only home I could remember.

Most kids love moving right? Okay so maybe that isn't true, and I was no exception. I had a rough transition. We moved in October, which basically means I had been in school for a couple weeks but my new school had started more than a month before. Basically everyone at my new school had already settled into the new routine and had already formed friendships. I was super nervous my first day and decided to wear a dress that was gifted to me before the move by a friend I had known since Kindergarten.  Of course I never guessed that we would have gym class on my very first day. That's where the rest of my class was when I arrived after my parents finished my enrollment paperwork. All I can remember from that day is being surrounded and bombarded with questions.

The next few years are less of a blur. I never really hung out with the best crowd during school, but along the way I did find a few good friends that stuck around. 6th grade was the first time one of my writings was published. It was just a small poem but it meant a lot to me. During 7th grade I met the girl that would one day become my sister Ann. She moved here from Virginia with her mother and big sister. 8th grade I got my very first boyfriend and a date to the first big dance of my school career. It lasted over the summer and a few months into the next school year before his parents got orders of their own to Belgium. Ah the sting of my first heartbreak. High school was typical, I was an average student trying to find my way. I spent a lot of time with Ann and several of the least likely to succeed students in my grade level. I date a little off and on with one of my closest friends from middle school Zeke and another guy name Jack who was 21, but at 16 I met a college student named Jason who I quickly fell hard for. He introduced me to a new group of people, another not so good crowd. Jason ended uninterested but I met someone new among these new friends. Sean. He was 22 to my 17 when we started dating. I thought he had hung the moon, but 9 months later, 3 months after giving him my precious flower, he dumped me, on the day after Christmas, in a text message.

That's about the time I got a little crazy, I had a brief relationship with an airman named Lewis, which was some of the worst sex of my life. Followed up shortly by a revisit from Jack on the night of my senior prom. I'll call that the end of my childhood and leave you waiting for the rest of my back story. Believe me it only gets more interesting from here.