Walk to Remember

The Start

I know it's something you hear a lot in an autobiography. I was born on this day, this year,this time. Usually you'd hear about the weight of baby, color of the hair, and eyes. Let me start by saying, fuck that. When I was born, I didn't know a damn thing. Not height, weight or skin tone. I didn't know my father was an aspiring drug addict who just so happened to be a raging alcoholic. I didn't know my mother was one of the most kind hearted, outgoing mothers out there. The world was and still is a rough place.

Quick side note for those who care, I was born Oct. 26, 1997. I have brown hair, and eyes. I was a C-section baby, and a heavy baby. It was heart warming for my mom to hold me in her soft arms. Er, I'd hope so. That's how it's described in the movies. My dad was never really a dad to me. I was told the same stories from different people about him. Unsurprisingly, they were all relatively the same. Bum, living off of my mom for drug money. He was pathetic for everything he's done for the family.

Mom was the one who fed me, bought me clothes, and gave me a home to live in. Don't get me wrong though. I was the biggest pain in the ass for my mom. I gave her the hardest time and she always found a way to one up me. I always had this image of my mom being a protective barricade that gave me a nice shelter. Don't worry this isn't a typical daddy issue story where me and mommy run away in the sunset. I was a bad kid and took everything for granted.

My life wasnt exactly the American Dream but was pretty good. Three years went by, and it was October again. Oct. 11, 2000 my little dear darling sister who decided that her birth was more important that my third birthday (it was). It was the best and second worst thing that ever happened to me. I love my little sister. She's really loving, sometimes. The down side was that she took the three hear streak of attention away from me. It was like I earned myself a new rival. She was my gift laced with poison. I love the gift my mom and dad gave me. Everything was good going until it changed.