It all began on August 4, 1998, the day I, Chase, was born in Cy-Fair Hospital Houston at 1:54 pm. I was an extra large newborn considering I was late, I never even got to experience newborn clothes. My mother said I was 9lbs 4oz and 21 inches long when I came out. I was such a happy little bundle of bouncy energy, I was almost always smiling and giggling. I was more of a grandmothers girl than anything, when I was born I spent a lot of time with my grandmother because my mom was always working and my dad was hardly ever home with his job. Then a year later in February came my little baby brother Devin. I loved to hug him and snuggle with him but he'd always cry and scream because he hated me, he honestly still does hate me sometimes. We were such a great pair, I was the happy smiley one and he cried, a lot. He was and still is a mommas boy, when he isn't with her he is messaging her on his phone. When I began to talk, I became nothing but trouble. I still remember on our way to my grandparents house we have to go past an elementary school, oh boy was I excited. I remember yelling and crying because I wanted to go to school so bad, I wanted to know why the bigger kids got to go but I didn't, I didn't think it was fair at all. I remember me saying "Momma, why can't I go there? Why do they get to go but I don't? Am I just to small? Momma when can I go there?" and my mom would get so annoyed with my constant questions and I still look back and laugh at how silly I was. My mom ended up signing me up for school early, because of my birthday instead of graduating high school at the age of 18 like most other students, I will be graduating at 17. So now that you know my little bit of my childhood its time to move to the true beginning of this story.
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Legacy
Non-FictionThis is the legacy I hope to leave behind for the world. Btw yes the cover photo is of me, just before I get asked.