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It's my birthday, and I'm remembering the years gone by. <3
14 years ago
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF NIBBLER: Yep.
It was 15 years ago that my mother had me.
15 years ago when my father's family celebrated the first girl born in over 100 years.
15 years ago that my Aunt Barb bought all my baby clothes.
15 years ago since I came into the world.
And every second of it has sped by far too. fast.
I still remember my 3rd birthday; the day that I took a bite out of the candle on my chocolate birthday cake. It's my first memory, and also my favorite. Sometimes I think I can still taste that candle, smell the faint smoke coming from it as the wick burnt. We still have that candle, and some how, it is one of the most important things to me. I'd be broken and miserable if we lost it; it's part of me in a way.
Fast forward two years and you have the best days of my life. Laughing and playing with my best friend Terri. I still remember the day that we put duct tape on her dog's tail and he ran around the house for an hour trying to chew it off before her mom finally had to cut the tape out. We got lectured for it and then watched some Barney the Dinosaur. She was my best friend in the entire world; we were like sisters. She became a model and we haven't talked for 6 years...
some where between my 3rd and 6th birthday, we got the two cats that changed my life. I was a spoiled little brat and would I literally cry for a week straight; I was a regular visitor at the clinic for dehydration and exhaustion. But then one day my mom and I were at a pet store and we came across an amazing little kitten. If we hadn't adopted Madi that day, she would have been put down. Some time later we adopted Nikie into the family. Those two cats changed my world. I learned how to be gentle and kind, they showed me that even beings that can't talk can feel, and most of all they gave me a friendship that I could always count on. They'd fallow me to the door when ever I left, and be waiting at my window for my return. And some where in all that time when these amazing felines lead me into becoming a real person, I was met with a baby sister. I had a gift back then; I knew the gender of a baby before the 2nd trimester was even over. All these things, showed me who I was at the time.
Quick, go to the next year. One of my cats got out of the house and never came back, and the other was put down. It wouldn't be until my 14th birthday that I learned she was not given away to a kind old lady who could afford her medicine. I have a brother now, he has the same name as my dad and it confuses me, so from those days on, he was known as Charlie instead. 6th birthday I remember getting a Barbie Dream House; it was the most amazing thing I could ask for. But all happiness has to come to an end. My parents leave each other and my world falls apart.
I'm 7 now and am seeing a councilor. And despite having my perfect world ripped away from me so young, I'm still a happy girl and shine light and hope into people's lives. I remember this is when we moved into the town I'm currently living in. The first day in our complex, a girl named Farah asks if I was to play on the swings with her. I never knew this girl would become my best friend and teach me how to be strong. She's the reason why I know how to make it every day, no matter what happens. This year, my brother turns two and we finally get to see our dad again; it felt like every thing was pulling back together.
A jump and a hop to being 9, now. Lots of things have happened. I've made new friends, lost a few of them to other kids my age, but such is life. Kids never have the same friends for long. I'm still best friends with Farah and things are going great. Some where between now and when I was 7, an amazing teacher named Mrs. May sees the person I could be. She is the woman that taught me how to count, read, spell, and you know what? She taught me my alphabet. That's right, it wasn't until some time after grade 1 that I knew what came after A. Times are tough, my mom struggles to make ends meet. We run out of food and can't afford more, so the church gives us some and that one kind act may have saved our lives. That makes me wish I had given religion more of a chance.
I'm however old now. Every thing begins to mash together to the point that I don't remember what happened at what age, but these are damn good times. Some where in all this mess, before I turn 13, I meet a girl named Danielle. She didn't fit in too well or really talk to any one, so one day I go up to her and ask, "Do you like horses, too?" That one simple sentence started the best, and possibly the worse, friendship of my life so far. We were two very different people, and yet the same. Nothing else mattered to me in those times but spending time with an amazingly strong and independent girl. You all know her as
I live my life, just being a kid and taking life on as it comes.
Boom, my 13th birthday. Me and the family go to my favorite Thai restaurant to celebrate my first official day as a teenager. Times are good, I have lots of friends and family that care about me, but the good times start to fade again, this time without a reason. In what was pretty much just one mere week, I changed from the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, strong girl that every one knew and loved, into a sad, depressed, dark girl that forgot why the sun shines. I remember feeling so mad when people said I had changed, I wanted to believe I hadn't, but I now know that I had. Some where in this metamorphosis, I go out with a guy named Ben. Our relationship lasted only a week, but it wasn't a good one. He was nice to me, and I didn't know how to say no when he asked me out. The entire measly week that we're together, all he talks about is sex and crap like that. One day he tries to kiss me, I elbow him in the ribs. I didn't want that bastard to be my first kiss, and I'm glad he wasn't.
14th birthday has passed now, life has just become a sad and depressing haze of teen angst and clinging to the life I once had. Some where in all this, I forgot who I am and I can't seem to remember. I bite the bullet and live life. Shit happens, I make new friends, lose old friends, and even end a friendship. It wasn't the best year of my life, but I doubt it'll be the worse. Day by day I have reinvented myself, I try to become a new me while remembering all the lessons the old me learned. Confused as ever, I build a mask and hide behind it, only letting a few people see the face underneath.
Next scene. It's today. I'm me, I'm 15, and I'll be damned if I don't find something to make me happy. In the first minute of this age, I talk about it light heartily with friends on FaceBook. In the first hour, my dad tells me Happy Birthday. And for the half hour after that, I write this long journal; remembering more things than I can put into words. When I look back, every little thing has shaped me and build my character. And yeah, that was suddenly washed away one day, yeah, I don't know who I am. But I do know. I'm me, and I'll be damned if I turn out to be some one else. No matter what has happened, I've always known that in the end, I'll come out better than I ever was.
Happy Birthday to me.
It was 15 years ago that my mother had me.
15 years ago when my father's family celebrated the first girl born in over 100 years.
15 years ago that my Aunt Barb bought all my baby clothes.
15 years ago since I came into the world.
And every second of it has sped by far too. fast.
I still remember my 3rd birthday; the day that I took a bite out of the candle on my chocolate birthday cake. It's my first memory, and also my favorite. Sometimes I think I can still taste that candle, smell the faint smoke coming from it as the wick burnt. We still have that candle, and some how, it is one of the most important things to me. I'd be broken and miserable if we lost it; it's part of me in a way.
Fast forward two years and you have the best days of my life. Laughing and playing with my best friend Terri. I still remember the day that we put duct tape on her dog's tail and he ran around the house for an hour trying to chew it off before her mom finally had to cut the tape out. We got lectured for it and then watched some Barney the Dinosaur. She was my best friend in the entire world; we were like sisters. She became a model and we haven't talked for 6 years...
some where between my 3rd and 6th birthday, we got the two cats that changed my life. I was a spoiled little brat and would I literally cry for a week straight; I was a regular visitor at the clinic for dehydration and exhaustion. But then one day my mom and I were at a pet store and we came across an amazing little kitten. If we hadn't adopted Madi that day, she would have been put down. Some time later we adopted Nikie into the family. Those two cats changed my world. I learned how to be gentle and kind, they showed me that even beings that can't talk can feel, and most of all they gave me a friendship that I could always count on. They'd fallow me to the door when ever I left, and be waiting at my window for my return. And some where in all that time when these amazing felines lead me into becoming a real person, I was met with a baby sister. I had a gift back then; I knew the gender of a baby before the 2nd trimester was even over. All these things, showed me who I was at the time.
Quick, go to the next year. One of my cats got out of the house and never came back, and the other was put down. It wouldn't be until my 14th birthday that I learned she was not given away to a kind old lady who could afford her medicine. I have a brother now, he has the same name as my dad and it confuses me, so from those days on, he was known as Charlie instead. 6th birthday I remember getting a Barbie Dream House; it was the most amazing thing I could ask for. But all happiness has to come to an end. My parents leave each other and my world falls apart.
I'm 7 now and am seeing a councilor. And despite having my perfect world ripped away from me so young, I'm still a happy girl and shine light and hope into people's lives. I remember this is when we moved into the town I'm currently living in. The first day in our complex, a girl named Farah asks if I was to play on the swings with her. I never knew this girl would become my best friend and teach me how to be strong. She's the reason why I know how to make it every day, no matter what happens. This year, my brother turns two and we finally get to see our dad again; it felt like every thing was pulling back together.
A jump and a hop to being 9, now. Lots of things have happened. I've made new friends, lost a few of them to other kids my age, but such is life. Kids never have the same friends for long. I'm still best friends with Farah and things are going great. Some where between now and when I was 7, an amazing teacher named Mrs. May sees the person I could be. She is the woman that taught me how to count, read, spell, and you know what? She taught me my alphabet. That's right, it wasn't until some time after grade 1 that I knew what came after A. Times are tough, my mom struggles to make ends meet. We run out of food and can't afford more, so the church gives us some and that one kind act may have saved our lives. That makes me wish I had given religion more of a chance.
I'm however old now. Every thing begins to mash together to the point that I don't remember what happened at what age, but these are damn good times. Some where in all this mess, before I turn 13, I meet a girl named Danielle. She didn't fit in too well or really talk to any one, so one day I go up to her and ask, "Do you like horses, too?" That one simple sentence started the best, and possibly the worse, friendship of my life so far. We were two very different people, and yet the same. Nothing else mattered to me in those times but spending time with an amazingly strong and independent girl. You all know her as
I live my life, just being a kid and taking life on as it comes.Boom, my 13th birthday. Me and the family go to my favorite Thai restaurant to celebrate my first official day as a teenager. Times are good, I have lots of friends and family that care about me, but the good times start to fade again, this time without a reason. In what was pretty much just one mere week, I changed from the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, strong girl that every one knew and loved, into a sad, depressed, dark girl that forgot why the sun shines. I remember feeling so mad when people said I had changed, I wanted to believe I hadn't, but I now know that I had. Some where in this metamorphosis, I go out with a guy named Ben. Our relationship lasted only a week, but it wasn't a good one. He was nice to me, and I didn't know how to say no when he asked me out. The entire measly week that we're together, all he talks about is sex and crap like that. One day he tries to kiss me, I elbow him in the ribs. I didn't want that bastard to be my first kiss, and I'm glad he wasn't.
14th birthday has passed now, life has just become a sad and depressing haze of teen angst and clinging to the life I once had. Some where in all this, I forgot who I am and I can't seem to remember. I bite the bullet and live life. Shit happens, I make new friends, lose old friends, and even end a friendship. It wasn't the best year of my life, but I doubt it'll be the worse. Day by day I have reinvented myself, I try to become a new me while remembering all the lessons the old me learned. Confused as ever, I build a mask and hide behind it, only letting a few people see the face underneath.
Next scene. It's today. I'm me, I'm 15, and I'll be damned if I don't find something to make me happy. In the first minute of this age, I talk about it light heartily with friends on FaceBook. In the first hour, my dad tells me Happy Birthday. And for the half hour after that, I write this long journal; remembering more things than I can put into words. When I look back, every little thing has shaped me and build my character. And yeah, that was suddenly washed away one day, yeah, I don't know who I am. But I do know. I'm me, and I'll be damned if I turn out to be some one else. No matter what has happened, I've always known that in the end, I'll come out better than I ever was.
Happy Birthday to me.
im sorry your present is late...its gunna be tough doin it but i think i can manage!
:3
well im cooking up something AWESOME for you...
check your shouts for mah shout
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