My Life As The Oldest Sibling

The Simple Beginning

As far as I know, my family has been living in multiple southern states. Mainly Alabama, Mississippi, and louisiana. My story is based in a small, hardly-known Louisiana town. My parents met in my mother's hometown at a small, populer teen hangout and as they got to know each other their relationship began to grow and eventually turned to marrage. They were a happy couple with supporting family, one of their parents actually got married the same day, I think. In 1997, My mother fell pregnant with their first child. They don't talk about it, I found out from my aunt. Sadly, the pregnance ended in a miscarrage. After two years, My mother had fallen pregnant again in 1998. She gave birth to a healty baby girl that was about 7 or 8 pounds and 21 and 1/2 inches long in the following year. That baby girl was me. I was expected to be born on March 25, a birthday present for my father, but my mother went into labor in April. I was born on April 20, 1999, at 10:31 A.M., but this day was not a happy one. Tragic things happened on this day, not even a hour after I was born, Columbine High School had a massacre and the Deepwater Horizon drilling rig exploded. On the day of my birth, 24 people were killed and 24 others were injured. Life went on as normal as it could be, due to it not effecting our small, southern town. we lived with my grandparent and aunt from my father's side until I was about 1 or 2. I grow up as a happy kid, surrounded by family that I knew loved me, at that point in time. I had friends, I lost friends, and made new ones. we moved about three time when I was a child. I had one best friend in 4th through 5th grade, he didn't talk much, but I was fine with it. Every morning he would be the first one in the line on the gym floor, I would almost always be second in line, he had a habit of poking my side( which was very ticklish), as I remember our friendship, he might of had a crush or something. He was actually kinda cute and nice so I wouldn't have had a problem with it.  You'll learn about why I said has and was later on in the book. My life was a good one in the beginning, I stayed at my grandparents' houses almost every weekend and during the summers. In my opinion, my life's downfall and my depression started when I turned 8 years old........