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Date Created: 06/30/2008
OK so once upon a time I was going to start writing some memoirs or something
like it. You know something for the grandkids to eventually read. I'm sure I'll
get to finish someday, but here's how it starts. It's called:
"Reflections...Memoirs of ______________. (Haven't figured that part out yet
LOL)
OK, we all know what happens in the start of most everyone's life. Your
parents meet and eventually have sex, with or without a condom or birth control,
and sometimes a kid appears 9 months later. In this case, the condom my parents
used wasn't 100% effective, so wah-lah, here I am. I'm not going to bore you
with a complete background, because well that's just too much to write. So,
here's a quick one.
I was born on September 30, 1979 while my family was living in Jersey City,
NJ. I was the first girl born with the last name "Sobi****", so right off the
bat, I was "daddy's little girl" and the most precious gift to my two older
brothers....well at least that's what I tell them anyway. My Mom was so happy to
finally have the little girl she always wanted. She was always dressing me up
and doing my hair and all that other girlie stuff and when I started school at
PS 24, I quickly became known as the best dressed little girl in school
according to all of the teachers. Pretty cool, huh? Right.
Anyway, when I was around 4 years old, my Uncle had gotten really ill with
Cancer. There was no one around to take care of him, so my family made the
decision at his request, to move into his house in Bogota, NJ, so that my Mom
could basically be his nurse. I started a new school year there and quickly made
a lot of friends. I remember toward the end of my Uncle's life, my Mom was with
him every moment of the day. And since my Dad was always "working," I spent more
and more time with my brothers and my friends after school. Now I'm not saying
that my Mom and Dad never spent time with me because they did. However, I was
becoming more independent and at such a young age even while my Mom was still
trying to teach me things that a "lady" should and shouldn't do, my attention
was focused on the cool and interesting things that my brothers were doing. If
they were working on a car, I was handing them a wrench. If they were playing
football, I was snapping the ball. Next thing they knew, the little girl of the
family had more boy friends than girl friends and I guess it seemed to them as
if I had turned into a tomboy almost overnight.........
TO BE CONTINUED.......  |
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