Day 03 - Your Parents
My parents are amazing. I had a pretty typical childhood I think. My mom worked full time started when I was about 3 months old and my Nanny (grandma, not like au pair) used to watch me during the day. My dad worked full time too but he did construction which was mostly all outdoor work so he'd be off a lot during the winter and when it rained. I spent more time with my dad as a KID than I did with my mom. Me and my mom never really had a close relationship when I was little, I was a total daddy's girl and still am. I actually have very few memories of me and my mom doing things, I don't remember her holding me or carrying me, and I don't really remember any specific times we played together (however I have tons of really vivid memories of these things with my dad).
We went to Disney Whatever, the one in Florida for my fifth birthday and it was amazing and wonderful and etc. We stayed in one of those bungalow cottage things right outside of the Magical whatever where the castle is (can you tell I'm not interested in Disney, and I wasn't really then but I did love princesses, soooo) and one night I woke up in the middle of night on the top bunk and my parents were doing it in the king sized bed which was also in the same room. I kind of didn't really know what was going on but I don't remember being that freaked out about it either, I definitely knew SOMETHING WAS UP. Anyway, when we got home there was a beautiful pink bike waiting for me pre-assembled in our living room. The next day my mom announced she was preggos.
We had to move because our bottom half of the house we rented had only two bedrooms and since I was a spoiled princess there was no sharing rooms (my room was super small anyway, I doubt they could have actually stuck a crib in there if they wanted to). My brother's basinet for the first few months stood behind my parents door. We ended up moving out onto Long Island, we had lived in the same half a house in Elmont for my entire 6 3/4 years of life. I was devastated about the move. I have these really sad and pathetic images of myself sitting in my playroom in the basement with a giant black garbage bag throwing away stupid little toys like from happy meals and dollar stores and crying and kissing each toy before I threw it away. I blamed my brother 100% for us moving. I kissed my best friend (Marcello) on the cheek before I got in the backseat of our car and drove away. My neighborhood was EXTREMELY Italian and FULL of kids and Marcello, who lived next door was practically attached to my hip. We did everything from nap times and movies to playing barbies and GI Joes. One time his mom caught us experimenting with our private parts in-between our houses, which were about 20 feet apart. I think about him and sometimes I wonder when we would have had sex and how my life would have been completely different from how it is now if we hadn't moved when we did. These kids were my BEST friends, I've never had friends like that again and I was too little to understand how to grow up and not forget all about them.
Anyway, we moved out to Long Island and my mom was still working full time, I hated my little brother for the most part and we fought constantly. I had a huge 7th birthday party and all my friends came out to celebrate but that was the last time I saw all of them, except for Marcello who we would visit a few more times since my Aunt and Uncle (who lived upstairs from us in Elmont) bought the house and moved into our part after we left, and one other girl who I was penpals with for some time and went out to hang with a few times. My dad was bouncing around jobs at this time and did so much random shit like being a janitor, a street sweeper, working at a health clinic as a technician, basically anything that paid. He was home with us during the day but since he got home early early in the morning and my mom left for work around 6 or something, I basically cared for my brother until my dad woke up to make us lunch and stuff. Me and my dad did loads of stuff together around this time, camping, bike riding, all sorts of stuff.
Anyway, my parents got along great and still do, they are best friends, they are always giggling and have all these inside jokes and nicknames for eachother, it's cute. They've been married for....... 27.. 28.. something like that years, I think they were marred for about 4 years before they had me. I've only ever seen them fight once.
I don't really know how they met, but I know they went to the same schools and had all the same friends but were a year apart. If you turned them around on their wedding day you wouldn't be able to tell who was who.
my cousin, my mom preggos with me, her half-brother, my aunt and my dad.
We went to Disney Whatever, the one in Florida for my fifth birthday and it was amazing and wonderful and etc. We stayed in one of those bungalow cottage things right outside of the Magical whatever where the castle is (can you tell I'm not interested in Disney, and I wasn't really then but I did love princesses, soooo) and one night I woke up in the middle of night on the top bunk and my parents were doing it in the king sized bed which was also in the same room. I kind of didn't really know what was going on but I don't remember being that freaked out about it either, I definitely knew SOMETHING WAS UP. Anyway, when we got home there was a beautiful pink bike waiting for me pre-assembled in our living room. The next day my mom announced she was preggos.
We had to move because our bottom half of the house we rented had only two bedrooms and since I was a spoiled princess there was no sharing rooms (my room was super small anyway, I doubt they could have actually stuck a crib in there if they wanted to). My brother's basinet for the first few months stood behind my parents door. We ended up moving out onto Long Island, we had lived in the same half a house in Elmont for my entire 6 3/4 years of life. I was devastated about the move. I have these really sad and pathetic images of myself sitting in my playroom in the basement with a giant black garbage bag throwing away stupid little toys like from happy meals and dollar stores and crying and kissing each toy before I threw it away. I blamed my brother 100% for us moving. I kissed my best friend (Marcello) on the cheek before I got in the backseat of our car and drove away. My neighborhood was EXTREMELY Italian and FULL of kids and Marcello, who lived next door was practically attached to my hip. We did everything from nap times and movies to playing barbies and GI Joes. One time his mom caught us experimenting with our private parts in-between our houses, which were about 20 feet apart. I think about him and sometimes I wonder when we would have had sex and how my life would have been completely different from how it is now if we hadn't moved when we did. These kids were my BEST friends, I've never had friends like that again and I was too little to understand how to grow up and not forget all about them.
Anyway, we moved out to Long Island and my mom was still working full time, I hated my little brother for the most part and we fought constantly. I had a huge 7th birthday party and all my friends came out to celebrate but that was the last time I saw all of them, except for Marcello who we would visit a few more times since my Aunt and Uncle (who lived upstairs from us in Elmont) bought the house and moved into our part after we left, and one other girl who I was penpals with for some time and went out to hang with a few times. My dad was bouncing around jobs at this time and did so much random shit like being a janitor, a street sweeper, working at a health clinic as a technician, basically anything that paid. He was home with us during the day but since he got home early early in the morning and my mom left for work around 6 or something, I basically cared for my brother until my dad woke up to make us lunch and stuff. Me and my dad did loads of stuff together around this time, camping, bike riding, all sorts of stuff.
Anyway, my parents got along great and still do, they are best friends, they are always giggling and have all these inside jokes and nicknames for eachother, it's cute. They've been married for....... 27.. 28.. something like that years, I think they were marred for about 4 years before they had me. I've only ever seen them fight once.
I don't really know how they met, but I know they went to the same schools and had all the same friends but were a year apart. If you turned them around on their wedding day you wouldn't be able to tell who was who.
my cousin, my mom preggos with me, her half-brother, my aunt and my dad.