My backstory

Ages 6-9

In the younger age of around 6 and seven, I have very few memories. However, fifth grade was when I first realized that I was not straight, and we will get into that at a later page because fifth grade is when I start to actually remember things, because I must say, a LOT of drama happened that year.

For my 6th birthday I pierced my ears. We got it done in a Macy's at a mall. They had a teddy bear that I could hold, but I didn't need to hold it. My piercings got infected a lot after that. When I was able to take my earrings out and replace them, my mom got me a pair of gold earrings so that I wouldn't have to take them out before I showered. I rarely took them out, and had them for about 2 years until I lost them.

When my dog Bella (She is a mixed breed, half Newfoundland, half Great Pyrenees), was a puppy, she would nip at our butts so that all of our clothes had holes right where we didn't want them. I remember being outside, playing with bubbles, when Bella came up to me and nipped a hole in the butt of my favorite dress. She was pretty cute though. When we first got her, there was a ton of snow outside, and since she was from Arizona, she pranced and pounced around in the snow. But also, she was a turd. One day I came home from school and there was a carton of eggs smeared all over the entryway. SHE HAD EATEN A WHOLE CARTON OF EGGS! She's about 6 years old now. She doesn't nip at our butts anymore, but she's about 120 pounds, I think. She limps like an old lady, and growls at our younger dogs because she wants her alone time. She also barks and whines at us the entire time we eat dinner. If you look up pictures of her breed, she's a lot less shaggier than most of them. However, she still leaves her hair EVERYWHERE! We call her hair clumps baby Bellas, so when Bella is leaving her hair everywhere my mom can tell me, "Go vacuum up the baby Bellas." 

When I turned 7, I cut my hair. I cut it right before parent-teacher conference. If you don't know what a parent-teacher conference is, it's where you meet your teacher before the school year starts. It's kinda required. Anyway, I just remember really loving my teacher and the class. There was this one kid named Hayden in my class, he really struggled with following directions, and he had a little bit of a speech impediment. He reminded me of my uncle (who I never got to meet) in appearance. Back then I just thought he was a bad kid, but now I realize that he was likely autistic, and neurodivergent. I feel bad for him. He probably had trouble at home, too. 

In second grade, I didn't know it at the time, but I had anxiety issues. My teacher realized it though. Most days I would ask her if I could go home because my stomach ached. Until one day she asked me, "Rebecca, do you think your stomach aches because you're nervous and having anxiety?" I can't remember what my reply was. I really liked my second grade teacher. Even though I sometimes struggled with things like reading and math, she could tell that I had potential, and she helped me along through it. I really appreciate her and what she did for me. She really believed in me.

At this age I had my bestest friend ever at my side the entire time. I haven't seen him in about 5 years. His name was Bn. He was shorter than me, and had a higher voice than me, even though he was a year older than me. He only lived a few houses away from me. At the time, I thought that I probably had a crush on him. My little straight baby brain thought that the only thing a girl could feel for a boy was romantic feelings. Now I realize that I just was filled with complete and utter adoration for him. He was my best friend, and I miss him so much. He moved away right before I started 3rd grade.

That's all I have for ages 6-9. I have more, but I'm afraid this is getting a little too long.

As I'm thinking about these ages, I'm realizing that all of the people I care and love for always seem to move away. It happened with Ae, Bn, Rl, and Aie (Not their real names, for privacy reasons). I guess I just have bad luck. Or I repel people away, either way.