My Life So Far....

The beginning.

I was born in a fairly large hospital, it wasn't near the place that my mother had lived but it was near the place where she had begun to go into labor in. She went into labor in a restaurant, which was right near Mecking Hospital which was known to be one of the best hospitals to give birth in. My great-grandmother worked at that hospital in the oncology ward which was one floor down from the ward I was born in. I was born at 9:25 in the morning and she went into work at 9:00. She wasn't able to be at my birth even though it was only an elevator flight up away from her new great-granddaughter. It is something that I still make her feel guilty about to this day but we just end up laughing about it. I am told that the first person to hold me was my uncle, that is the first person after my mother. I am also told that I vomited all over him just a few minutes after I was put into his hands. My mother was 20 when she had me. I was born on March 7, 2001. I was potty trained pretty early in life, I could use the kid toilet when I was one and a half and the regular toilet not long after that. I believed I was trained so early because my mother didn't like changing diapers. When I was two my mother gave birth to my baby brother in November. Neither of us had our fathers at our births mainly because my father was a piece of trash and still is. My brother's father was chucked out of the house before he was born for hitting me with the end of a baseball bat for me simply crying. It was obvious then that he was not up for raising one child that was his and one that wasn't. And it isn't like you couldn't tell us apart and the only way you knew he wasn't my father was if he told you, no, it was more like I am a completely different skin tone than my brother and his father. To this day neither of us have met our fathers and we are both into our teen years. The earliest memory I have is when my grandpa dipped my binky into his diet coke and we sat and watched television together. I also remember him passing and how traumatic it was for the whole family. Especially my grandmother who resulted in overtime and booze. I also remember a few years after that where the wounds of that passing were healed but the hole they left would never be healed, and my mother and her younger brother were teaching me and my brother how to play the infamous "Guitar Hero". I just remember seeing them act like they were in their very own concert and me and my brother acting like we were their audience. My name is Amber and my life is full of the world's crappiest things that I will never get over and the world's best things that will shape me to the best I will ever be.