I love reading about everyone's experiences and I can relate so much to what others have experienced.
My earliest memory was when I was around a year or more. I hid a bottle under the heater, my mom never did find the bottle until we moved out. She was surprised when I told her about this, as I was so young. She remembers the smell and not knowing where it came from.
When I was around 3 there was a small creek in front of the apartments, I remember running home with leeches stuck to parts of my body from that creek.
My mom has a lot of stories I don't remember, not sure I will post it online and I don't think I told anyone about some of them.
Oh when I was 4, I fought with the other kids because we were all playing house and I wanted to be the mommy. I think that was all I ever wanted to be when I was little.
Around 5 got into trouble for talking in class and the teacher kept me for 5 minutes, after I left I was crying and my dad was waiting in the car to pick me up. I didn't realize what time was and thought he must have known how late I was. I told him why I was crying and got spanked when I got home.
Hmm... before that time, I remember thinking of how nice the dining room would look if it were a cave, so I threw all the spaghetti all over the ceiling, trying to get that stalactites cave look.
Oh there were so many stories growing up, like when I around 8 I put my youngest brother in a tire and rolled him down the hill. He went about two long blocks towards a very deep ditch; my brother and I took off running try to catch him before he went off the end. We did catch him and I was so terrified when that happened that I didn't try it again.
I had dogs growing up and they made the best friends. I think I had a few friends growing up, but I think I really started to notice other people besides my family when I was around 10. I was always boy crazy, but even more so after 5th grade.
My first real friend I had in 7th and 8th grade. It was a hard lesson learned, something I wished if I could go back and change when I had a fight with her. I was non-existent back then, but I always had A's and B's growing up until.... I entered high-school. I was a good kid in 9th grade, then my parent's separated and I had to go to another high-school that was when I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. The same old story with messed up teenagers. Only thing that was great that I didn't become sexually active back then. Until I met him at 17, we married a couple of years later and never left each others side for weeks and months on end. Even had the same jobs.
Thankfully I grew up, he didn't and he found someone else to deal with his irresponsible lifestyle.
Things changed, I completed my education, hung out with a friend, lived life on go, being a carefree young adult.
Grew up after that...
Pictures? Well they are all back in the states with my mom. I always planned on going back for good, but it hasn't happened yet. (12 years later.)