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I got myself a paid account hurp.
I'm also behind on this meme, but I wanted to start on the first. Reading everybody so far has been really interesting! Mine... Probably won't be so much, but hey. What can ya do?
I'm Amy Lynn Jackson. I have next to no qualms about giving out my full name on the internet, because it's a really common name. My friends will sometimes smoosh my first and middle names together, because it's fun to say AmyLynn when you're a Southerner (or are at least talking like one). People on campus who knew me would also occasionally call out things like, "Amy L. Jackson, motherfucker!" Or make Snakes on a Plane jokes.
I was born in El Paso, Texas on December 5th, 1987. I think my mom's original due date was for January 15th. If I remember right, I weighed five pounds and eight ounces.
My dad was in the army for a good chunk of my early childhood. We lived in Texas and Oklahoma before we went overseas to Germany. My dad went to the Middle-East for Operation Desert Storm, and me and my mom stayed in Europe. My absolute earliest memory is of looking out of our apartment window and seeing my family's bright orange car below in the parking lot. There's a photograph of me playing tag with some kid in front of The Leaning Tower of Piza, but I can't remember that. A photograph of my dad picking me up and holding me when he got to see me again was published in the base's paper.
We lived in Huntsville, Alabama after Germany, and that's where my brothers were born. Then it was Fayetteville, NC. It was in Fayetteville where my dad was honorably discharged from the military.
His new job took us to Greenwood, SC, where I did competitive gymnastics and eventually got to go to Nationals in Florida. I used to be able to cartwheel on balance beams and walk on my hands for a good distance, and I killed at the uneven bars. I can't do any of that crap any more, though. I am so outta shape.
Eventually, we moved to Goldsboro, NC. Initially, we lived in a two-bedroom apartment. Goldsboro is basically where my parents began fighting, or, at least, that's where it because really obvious. There was a lot of stuff that influenced this, and I'm still not clear on what all of those factors are. There were financial and infidelity issues, as near as I can tell. I have a brief and vivid memory of standing in that tiny kitchen with my parents literally trying to get me to choose between the two of them during a fight. Yay, fifth grade.
Eventually, we moved into a two-story house in a sub-division, but the fighting got worse. My room was right by my parents, and I learned the meaning of a certain curse word by listening to my mom repeatedly yell, "You fucked her! I know you did!" Once, I cried so hard and so long that I felt sore and sick all the next day, and I regret that I lost track of and can't really remember the other little girls who comforted me at school. Another time, I ran out of my house to a friends, and her big sister had to sit with me until my mom came because Courtney wasn't home. Another time, I came home to the police picking up my dad because he bonked her in the head with our cordless phone.
I think people who say that they're staying together solely for the sake of their kids' are full of shit. Seeing your parents hate each other every day is a lot worse than seeing one of them a little less.
This is getting so long and I apologize. Long story short: I have daddy issues out the ass, have little in the way of significant memories that aren't kind of depressing, dislike my step-mom, adore my step-dad... I've been through college, and it didn't help me a lick. I'm not completely sure what I want to do with my life, and I'm definitely experiencing a moment in which I'm in-between stages of my life.
I'll figure it out, though.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
I'm also behind on this meme, but I wanted to start on the first. Reading everybody so far has been really interesting! Mine... Probably won't be so much, but hey. What can ya do?
I'm Amy Lynn Jackson. I have next to no qualms about giving out my full name on the internet, because it's a really common name. My friends will sometimes smoosh my first and middle names together, because it's fun to say AmyLynn when you're a Southerner (or are at least talking like one). People on campus who knew me would also occasionally call out things like, "Amy L. Jackson, motherfucker!" Or make Snakes on a Plane jokes.
I was born in El Paso, Texas on December 5th, 1987. I think my mom's original due date was for January 15th. If I remember right, I weighed five pounds and eight ounces.
My dad was in the army for a good chunk of my early childhood. We lived in Texas and Oklahoma before we went overseas to Germany. My dad went to the Middle-East for Operation Desert Storm, and me and my mom stayed in Europe. My absolute earliest memory is of looking out of our apartment window and seeing my family's bright orange car below in the parking lot. There's a photograph of me playing tag with some kid in front of The Leaning Tower of Piza, but I can't remember that. A photograph of my dad picking me up and holding me when he got to see me again was published in the base's paper.
We lived in Huntsville, Alabama after Germany, and that's where my brothers were born. Then it was Fayetteville, NC. It was in Fayetteville where my dad was honorably discharged from the military.
His new job took us to Greenwood, SC, where I did competitive gymnastics and eventually got to go to Nationals in Florida. I used to be able to cartwheel on balance beams and walk on my hands for a good distance, and I killed at the uneven bars. I can't do any of that crap any more, though. I am so outta shape.
Eventually, we moved to Goldsboro, NC. Initially, we lived in a two-bedroom apartment. Goldsboro is basically where my parents began fighting, or, at least, that's where it because really obvious. There was a lot of stuff that influenced this, and I'm still not clear on what all of those factors are. There were financial and infidelity issues, as near as I can tell. I have a brief and vivid memory of standing in that tiny kitchen with my parents literally trying to get me to choose between the two of them during a fight. Yay, fifth grade.
Eventually, we moved into a two-story house in a sub-division, but the fighting got worse. My room was right by my parents, and I learned the meaning of a certain curse word by listening to my mom repeatedly yell, "You fucked her! I know you did!" Once, I cried so hard and so long that I felt sore and sick all the next day, and I regret that I lost track of and can't really remember the other little girls who comforted me at school. Another time, I ran out of my house to a friends, and her big sister had to sit with me until my mom came because Courtney wasn't home. Another time, I came home to the police picking up my dad because he bonked her in the head with our cordless phone.
I think people who say that they're staying together solely for the sake of their kids' are full of shit. Seeing your parents hate each other every day is a lot worse than seeing one of them a little less.
This is getting so long and I apologize. Long story short: I have daddy issues out the ass, have little in the way of significant memories that aren't kind of depressing, dislike my step-mom, adore my step-dad... I've been through college, and it didn't help me a lick. I'm not completely sure what I want to do with my life, and I'm definitely experiencing a moment in which I'm in-between stages of my life.
I'll figure it out, though.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment