Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Katie. Short, blonde, blue eyes. 20 years old. I don't think of myself as attractive, but not ugly. I don't think of myself as smart, but not stupid either. I'm... undecided. I don't know who I am. I don't know what...
I don't really remember too much from when I was really little, but my mom tells me stories about what I did.
So many things were different back then that it's hard to imagine it's the same life. Rather then having nice cars, we had an ancient red one that kept breaking down, and a 1995 Buick Regal.
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We owned a decent sized house in a medium-sized suburb of Dallas, TX. It was a nice enough house for a family of 3.
In 2003, I went on my first vacation, to Galveston, TX. We have pictures of little me standing in shallow waves holding my parents hands, a huge smile plastered on the cute little face.
A year later, on March 31 my brother Steven was born. While my mom was pregnant with him, she said I would try and feed him crackers through her stomach.
He was born really early, born in March instead of June, resulting in major health issues. It wasn't until June we got to take him home. My mom called him her miracle.
My mom was admitted to the hospital the day after my birthday, changing my life dramatically. We had to put me in a daycare, and often my dad ended up having to stay home because I was sick. My mom says I was really cool about it, I handled it well.
I can say in a way I made things easier for my parents, but in a way I didn't. I was a crazy little child. I figured out how to change my own diapers, which babysitters sure liked/were weirded out by. I also somehow learned how to disassemble the "child proof" locks my mom would buy. My brother on the other hand simply broke them.
My favorite of the stories is when I decided to walk out the front door, so my mom looked out the window and saw me walking down the sidewalk.
It's a family tradition to go on a vacation every year, so one time we went to Boston, where the hotel room ended up being waaaay more expensive then it should've been. My brother kept breaking things, including a cabinet door, causing my parents to nickname him "Clark Kent".
One year friends from Britain came to our house, and they gave me my nickname. I always stayed up reallllly late; I had never-ending energy. They ended up calling me the "Sleepless Wonder" of which my mom still calls me today.
I don't remember most of the vacations I've taken, but I know that I went to Jamestown, it might've been part of the Boston trip. The fun fact about Jamestown is that I'm related to some of the founders.
I have some actually very interesting relatives, including some United States presidents. Zachary Taylor is one of them. I also know that I am related to George Washington, but through his marriage, note, this is a very distant relationship. Now, one person I'm closely related to, known quite famously for being a civil war general, is General Lee. What I have always found funny, and especially in more recent years, is hearing my teachers talking about him, and just realizing, wow, someone I'm related to is taught in history class! Strange feeling indeed!
Now, yet again, there is not a lot that I remember from my early years, so I don't exactly have much to write about, but I can say that it is surprising how well off my family is considering my parents' pasts.
My dad grew up in New Jersey, and was only the second person in his family to get a college degree. His mother's parents are from Sweden, and immigrated here a very long time ago, resulting in my being blonde haired and blue eyed, a classic European trait.
Gosh, my mom's family was so much more complicated! She was born and raised in Dallas, but her family went through so much. They moved a lot, and for the majority of her younger years, she grew up in very luxurious houses. Things took a downfall when they lived in a mansion in Dallas, and her dad decided to stop working, where her family became broke, and ended up living in a dumpy hotel with their 4 dogs. They couldn't even pay the hotel owner. He was just nice. And this hotel is one infested with rats. She in fact is the only of the kids in the family to have a college degree. The others just couldn't pay for it. Things ended up where she had to work to pay for her family to live, where just a few years before, she'd lived in a million dollar home in Dallas.
My personal history, well, I don't remember much then what I have already told.
