Part I
This is me.
My name is Aaron Edward Rinehart. I was named after my grandfather on my mothers side (Edward Lathem). I was born at 7:56AM on September 16th 1985 in Cuyahoga Falls General Hospital. It was raining and cool. I was three weeks late, my heart stopped durring delivery three times, and i was proclaimed dead once about an hour after i was born.
I did not have a very typical childhood. I grew up in a poor neighborhood, part of a very lower middle class family. As soon as i and the other kids around were allowed to cross the street, we formed gangs. At any given time there were between three and four gangs in the neighborhood. I led one, justin another, Ian or Nick had a floating gang, And Darnell always had one of his own. My "gang" had the cemetary and the lands east and north of it to hillsdale. There was not a game i played as a child that didnt involve a sharpened stick, pointy rock, or home made cudgel. The sports we played involved several members of one gang chasing the member(s) of another out of the firsts' territory. We were all friends.
I went to King elementary with all the kids in the neighborhood and those surrounding. If i had to, i could probly name all 310 kids in my fifth grade graduating class. In kindergarden i was the kid who played by himself, the one who was good at kickball but never played. Durring recess i sat at the top of the slide, my fort, and waited. I stayed that way until the fourth grade when i fell in with the dodge ball players, after that i played dodgeball every day until i left that school.
In the class room i was a perfect reflection of my teacher; if i had a good teacher i was a perfect student, if i had a bad one, i was a hellion to say the least. I knew every answer to every question any of the teachers asked. I went home everday to build forts, sharpen sticks and look for pointy rocks. I was happy.
My name is Aaron Edward Rinehart. I was named after my grandfather on my mothers side (Edward Lathem). I was born at 7:56AM on September 16th 1985 in Cuyahoga Falls General Hospital. It was raining and cool. I was three weeks late, my heart stopped durring delivery three times, and i was proclaimed dead once about an hour after i was born.
I did not have a very typical childhood. I grew up in a poor neighborhood, part of a very lower middle class family. As soon as i and the other kids around were allowed to cross the street, we formed gangs. At any given time there were between three and four gangs in the neighborhood. I led one, justin another, Ian or Nick had a floating gang, And Darnell always had one of his own. My "gang" had the cemetary and the lands east and north of it to hillsdale. There was not a game i played as a child that didnt involve a sharpened stick, pointy rock, or home made cudgel. The sports we played involved several members of one gang chasing the member(s) of another out of the firsts' territory. We were all friends.
I went to King elementary with all the kids in the neighborhood and those surrounding. If i had to, i could probly name all 310 kids in my fifth grade graduating class. In kindergarden i was the kid who played by himself, the one who was good at kickball but never played. Durring recess i sat at the top of the slide, my fort, and waited. I stayed that way until the fourth grade when i fell in with the dodge ball players, after that i played dodgeball every day until i left that school.
In the class room i was a perfect reflection of my teacher; if i had a good teacher i was a perfect student, if i had a bad one, i was a hellion to say the least. I knew every answer to every question any of the teachers asked. I went home everday to build forts, sharpen sticks and look for pointy rocks. I was happy.