Right to the personal stuff, eh? XD Well, I would, but I can't write a biography about myself. But, I suppose that I can make an autobiography. ;p Mwa-ha-ha! That's what you get for being formal with me.
Well, I was born in Milford, Connecticut, on the nineteenth of July, 1982. I had almost died twice in the womb, and ran the risk of strangulation on the way out.
I lived in Connecticut for the first year of my life, then the next ten in New York. I learned to speak relatively early, although I cursed a lot (I saw the proof of it in a home movie). My parents were already having problems early on, and my mother took my sister and myself with her when she separated from my father for a little while, when I was four. It's only with retrospection that I know that things never worked out afterward and only went further downhill from there, between them.
When I was three-years-old, I managed to burn down my grandparent's house (on my father's side). At the time, my family was living in the attic, and two of my father's sisters, as well as one of his brothers, also lived there, so... They and we all lost everything. From then on, I was shunned by my extended family on my father's side, and the extended family on my mother's side wanted nothing to do with me because they wanted nothing to do with my mother. Well, except for my mother's father, who lived with us for the better part of my young life. Also, while I can't remember it myself, I have been told that one of my father's brothers (I can't remember which, exactly) had been verbally violent and physically threatening with me at one time, because of the incident.
Some of my earliest memories are of that time, doing what I had done to start the fire, and racing downstairs to warn them about the "smoke." Around that time, I also remember (what I believe was) a porno that my father had been watching. I also recall what I'm now sure was a scene in Firestarter. And there was the time when my father threatened to send the police after me if I didn't stop whining, while I was in my playpin. I also remember being babysat by a lady bus driver, and I remember going into a school building with her (after a ride on the bus), and being in the "big people" bathroom. Well, let's just say that I remember quite a bit more of my life at age three and before... ^_^;
Anyway, I also started pre-school when I was three, and I didn't start Kindergarten until I was six (I'm not sure if I took more pre-school or pre-K, if there's a difference). I remember my first bus ride on my first day to pre-school, on a small bus, crying and all that. I wasn't a very emotionally-sound tyke, and I was prone to bouts of crying, having temper tantrums, and all that... However, by the time that I made it to first grade, I was more mischievous than anything, with a penchant for reading, writing and spelling. I was a very avid learner, but I still managed to spend as much time goofing around. At times, I'm sure that some of the things that I did could have been called bullying. I also became quite a thief. <.<; Oh, and before then, I daydreamed... I think. Basically, it was looking into another world (of my imagination) even if I was still interacting in the real world. One time when I imagined a scene before my eyes in art class, that was exactly what was drawn (in color) on my paper when I next looked at it. It had come out so good, they had framed my picture and hung it in the hallway, facing the main doors into the building, next to the office.
Let's see... What next... By third grade, I suddenly (as if overnight) excelled at everything, both scholastically and athletically. My streak of being an "outlaw" had died down (which had been most prominent in Kindergarten and first grade), but I was still mischievous and tricky as ever, and I also began to develop into a sort of class clown. Some time during my third grade year, I was asked to take an IQ test (not because everyone was getting one), but I have no idea what my results were, exactly (and I don't know if there's any record of it, and how to check it if there is one). Nothing really changed through fourth grade, except I do remember that that was when I started to feel nervous around people. As far as I can tell, retrospectively, I was probably beginning to feel what my subconscious already knew about my place in the social world... Or, the lack of place, actually. While I got along with girls and boys alike, I didn't have any real friends. Just a few friendly acquaintances, and those that had a mutual interest in certain activities (like kickball).
Also, back when I was five, my mother decided to pick up a religion, namely with the Jehovah's Witnesses. I don't know why she did, seeing as she hadn't been interested in religion before... Of course, knowing the two sisters that convinced her, I can't argue as to why they were successful. Besides which, my mother probably wanted to socialize.
Back when I was three, I began playing video games on the Atari. I'm still playing them, but it's been harder to during the last few years, and off and on since '97, for one reason or another.
There are some unexplainable times during this time in my life, but I'll leave them out; they're not really important. I'll continue with more in "Part 2", which begins when my family moves from New York to South Carolina.
Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:16 pm