Autobio #1
Let's talk about my life... no bullshit, no lies, just me
I was born in Calremont, CA on February 11th, 1995. I had an older brother named Israel (who would later grow to be a daddy and make me an aunt at the age of 8). I lived in an apartment when I was first born, then we moved to a little tiny blue mobile home in Upland that cost us $10,000. I grew up there, and in 2003, we moved.
During the time I was there, I was diagnosed with OI (Osteogenesis Imperfecta) [which is now being questioned by my current doctor, Dr. B] and I broke my left leg 3 times, and my left arm once when I was 4. I fell of a trampoline and broke my leg once, then this chick at school made me walk with my eyes closed and I fell again, and the last time I tried to ride a bike the day I got my cast taken off, so that one sucked major balls.
Okay, back to when we moved. In 2003, my neice Ashley Marie was born to my brother Israel and his then-girlfriend (now my sister-in-law) Maribel. My mom decided to leave the house to them, and we relocated to a town a half hour away from Palm Springs named Banning. I was scared out of my mind to move, I remember sleeping with my parents on their mattress that was on the floor the first night we were here. I remember praying with my mom and crying my eyes out because I missed my brother. The next morning, we went to Denny's and I had a Jr. Grand Slam and chocolate milk, I remember it well.
I was to start school at Hemmerling Elementary in Banning, and I was going to start 3rd grade in the middle of the semester. I was scared out of my little mind: I hadn't gone to school since 1st grade! I'd been home-schooled through 2nd grade, so I'd become a bit of a recluse. I didn't have any friends, because I'd gotten rodding surgery in 2001 to repair my femur, and I'd been bedridden since then.
I remember getting sores on my back and on my butt from not being able to move because of the fucking pain I was in. I couldn't sleep at night, and my parents would sleep on the floor in the living room where I had my hospital bed so they could check on me during the night. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to a sharp, cold stab of pain that wouldn't go away for hours, sometimes days. I cried so hard from the pain during the day, my mom would get mad because she'd think the neighbors would hear and call the cops and have me taken away (she's even more paranoid than ever now, but that's just because she watches too much news).
They'd give me codine that would knock me out for up to 10 hours everyday, that's the only time me or my parents ever rested in almost a year, I think. Getting my cast taken off was probably the worst day of my life. That damned little saw thingy and it's high pitched screech would send me into crying fits as soon as it was brought out of its cursed black baggy. That day was horrible. They held me down, and my mom covered my eyes, while my dad and my brother held my arms down and nurses held my legs. The retard that was cutting my cast off barely grazed over the bone on my foot, and I hope he rots in hell. He scarred me for life, mentally and physically, bastard!
I was born in Calremont, CA on February 11th, 1995. I had an older brother named Israel (who would later grow to be a daddy and make me an aunt at the age of 8). I lived in an apartment when I was first born, then we moved to a little tiny blue mobile home in Upland that cost us $10,000. I grew up there, and in 2003, we moved.
During the time I was there, I was diagnosed with OI (Osteogenesis Imperfecta) [which is now being questioned by my current doctor, Dr. B] and I broke my left leg 3 times, and my left arm once when I was 4. I fell of a trampoline and broke my leg once, then this chick at school made me walk with my eyes closed and I fell again, and the last time I tried to ride a bike the day I got my cast taken off, so that one sucked major balls.
Okay, back to when we moved. In 2003, my neice Ashley Marie was born to my brother Israel and his then-girlfriend (now my sister-in-law) Maribel. My mom decided to leave the house to them, and we relocated to a town a half hour away from Palm Springs named Banning. I was scared out of my mind to move, I remember sleeping with my parents on their mattress that was on the floor the first night we were here. I remember praying with my mom and crying my eyes out because I missed my brother. The next morning, we went to Denny's and I had a Jr. Grand Slam and chocolate milk, I remember it well.
I was to start school at Hemmerling Elementary in Banning, and I was going to start 3rd grade in the middle of the semester. I was scared out of my little mind: I hadn't gone to school since 1st grade! I'd been home-schooled through 2nd grade, so I'd become a bit of a recluse. I didn't have any friends, because I'd gotten rodding surgery in 2001 to repair my femur, and I'd been bedridden since then.
I remember getting sores on my back and on my butt from not being able to move because of the fucking pain I was in. I couldn't sleep at night, and my parents would sleep on the floor in the living room where I had my hospital bed so they could check on me during the night. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to a sharp, cold stab of pain that wouldn't go away for hours, sometimes days. I cried so hard from the pain during the day, my mom would get mad because she'd think the neighbors would hear and call the cops and have me taken away (she's even more paranoid than ever now, but that's just because she watches too much news).
They'd give me codine that would knock me out for up to 10 hours everyday, that's the only time me or my parents ever rested in almost a year, I think. Getting my cast taken off was probably the worst day of my life. That damned little saw thingy and it's high pitched screech would send me into crying fits as soon as it was brought out of its cursed black baggy. That day was horrible. They held me down, and my mom covered my eyes, while my dad and my brother held my arms down and nurses held my legs. The retard that was cutting my cast off barely grazed over the bone on my foot, and I hope he rots in hell. He scarred me for life, mentally and physically, bastard!