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Part 2: Kinderguarden to sometime in 2nd grade.
This is another little chapter of my life. Yet again my memories are few and far between, but I can piece a few together. For kinderguarden I went to a little school about a mile away from my house. (grandmas house with me, my mom, kyle. Uncle john his two kids and his wife in it. 9 people in a 3 bedroom house.) There wasn't a whole lot for me to remember. I know I loved the train tracks that you could build together and make things out of. I also remember the goopy stuff they let us play with sometimes. It was in a giant bucket and we got to pour it down little tubes and funnels and it made stuff move. I liked it. Another vague memory was that we had to make a little 'trap' to catch the gingerbread cookie man. My idea was little pieces of stuff with glue on them. I was a dumb child. :(
We were in salem at this time. I think we moved to an aparment between kinderguarden and 1st grade, but I think we got evicted and sent back to my grandma's house. I'm pretty sure what happened, cause I remember a kid named luigi from some aparments. We kinda played together sometimes. But he broke my toy gun, my favorite one. It was a little machine gun that made ratttatatatata noises when you pulled the trigger. I didn't like him after that. And a few weeks after that I think is when we moved back in with my grandparents.
I also remember how unfair my grandma and aunt were to me when it came time for punishments. My cusin (stephany) pinched me so I pushed her down. We both got in trouble, and she was told to sit in the living room (with the TV on) and I was sent into a corner of the hallway. This wasn't the first time that happened either, and I can't clearly remember any other instances of this but I know they did happen.
After... some amount of time, I started going to the bigger elementry school. I was too close for the bus to pick me up, so I rode my bike. There were these two neighbor girls who always tried to get a ride from me on the back bolts of my bike. I tried to be fair about it and switch off on who got rides, but I did favor one over the other. (She was nicer) They fought about it sometimes, I felt bad about that.
On one day when I was riding to school, it was very windy and there was some water floating around, so it was hard to look forward when I was pettling.... and I hit a parked car. Yep, parked. But it was a huge truck, and my wheel got stuck on/under the bumper. This was a major problem for me, because I was already fustrated and half crying, and now my bike was stuck. After about 10 min of kicking it, it finally came free. But my day didn't get any better. When I was about 5 min ride from the school, I turned and slid when I was going through a really dirty mud puddle and just finished my ride to school like that. They made me call my mom and get my grandma to bring some clothes in for me to change into. That was a very bad day.
This is also about the time I started using computers. My grandpa gave me the password to get into his computer and let me play the demo's of games he had. He had all the really old duke nuke'em games, and the old Doom 3d game and the wolfenstigne 3d game. I was quite happy. He also had jazz jackrabbit and a few other games I forgot the name of. This along with the nintendo took up most of my free time.
I belive it was about half way through 1st grade that we moved up to Tigard from Salem. Tigard is about an hours drive north of Salem. Up there we got a rental house over on Fanno Creak. Odd, I know. That place will later have been one of the better times of my childhood, but that time did not last long. And right now, it was just a time of more life.
When I moved in, I again had no friends and not a lot to do other than play video games. So I did that a lot in my free time. I never really made friends in school, and the one friend I did make moved away to Utah a few weeks after we became friends. I went to phill luise elementry school, and I had the same teacher for 1st and 2nd grade. I hated her so much. She was the first person in my life I thought about calling a bitch.
And, suprise, I was a stupid kid. I had to be in the special reading classes because I couldn't read very well. Ironicaly I can now read better than most people and yet... my spelling never caught up with me. Odd, that is. You'd think someone who reads as much as I do would pick something up about spelling. But nope, never did.
Anyways, back to how things were. I remember I played soccer a lot on recess. I enjoyed soccer a lot, even though I sucked at it and was always last picked anyways. A kid named JD was basicaly my idol at this time. He was good at Soccer and as far as I remember, fairly popular and likeable. I wanted to be just like him. But I wasn't.
Then, came the day I was hopeing for a long time. I got to switch schools. I'm not exactly sure why it happened, but they tore down my old school and sent me to Durham Elementry. Life was basicaly the same here, but the teacher wasn't a bitch. She was nice, I don't remember much else about her though. I do remember they'd let me spend some of my recesses inside playing the brazilian trail game. (think oregon trail, but in brazil!)
I also remember the RETARDED way they did spelling tests. Basicaly it was set up like this. You paired up people and gave them each a different spelling list based off of how good they are at spelling. Then you had them read it to eachother and you take the test like that. BUT, the person who was my partner was also bad at spelling, and unlike me, bad at reading. So he'd give me the wrong words. And I tried to tell the teacher this, because I was spelling words (that didn't make a bit of sense for how they were said) and she didn't belive me. That's when I first started to doubt the school systems.
I also remember my first crush. I have no idea what this girls name is or was, and I'm not sure why I liked her. All I really remember is that she was pale, and wore a black and white poka-dot skirt. I think she may have had freckles too. She could be the reason why I like pale girls as well as freckles on girls. But I'm not sure.
My parents still fight now, but I don't think any of the major ones I remember happend till after I got into the 3rd grade. So I'll save those stories for another time. Now it's time for a tale of crushed dreams. There was a kid down the street from me that I met. I forgot his name, but he was 2-3 years older than me. I thought we were becoming friends, but it was more like I was the point-and-laugh at kid. He'd try to get me to do stupid things, or just make me get hurt or something. At the time I didn't notice, cause I was just happy to have a friend for once. The day I finaly saw him for who he was is when he asked to barrow a football, and I let him, and then he wouldn't let me play with him. After that I got the football back and I didn't really speak with him much. I was kinda depressed and angry for the next few weeks, but I just kept on playing games and my worries went away.
This is another little chapter of my life. Yet again my memories are few and far between, but I can piece a few together. For kinderguarden I went to a little school about a mile away from my house. (grandmas house with me, my mom, kyle. Uncle john his two kids and his wife in it. 9 people in a 3 bedroom house.) There wasn't a whole lot for me to remember. I know I loved the train tracks that you could build together and make things out of. I also remember the goopy stuff they let us play with sometimes. It was in a giant bucket and we got to pour it down little tubes and funnels and it made stuff move. I liked it. Another vague memory was that we had to make a little 'trap' to catch the gingerbread cookie man. My idea was little pieces of stuff with glue on them. I was a dumb child. :(
We were in salem at this time. I think we moved to an aparment between kinderguarden and 1st grade, but I think we got evicted and sent back to my grandma's house. I'm pretty sure what happened, cause I remember a kid named luigi from some aparments. We kinda played together sometimes. But he broke my toy gun, my favorite one. It was a little machine gun that made ratttatatatata noises when you pulled the trigger. I didn't like him after that. And a few weeks after that I think is when we moved back in with my grandparents.
I also remember how unfair my grandma and aunt were to me when it came time for punishments. My cusin (stephany) pinched me so I pushed her down. We both got in trouble, and she was told to sit in the living room (with the TV on) and I was sent into a corner of the hallway. This wasn't the first time that happened either, and I can't clearly remember any other instances of this but I know they did happen.
After... some amount of time, I started going to the bigger elementry school. I was too close for the bus to pick me up, so I rode my bike. There were these two neighbor girls who always tried to get a ride from me on the back bolts of my bike. I tried to be fair about it and switch off on who got rides, but I did favor one over the other. (She was nicer) They fought about it sometimes, I felt bad about that.
On one day when I was riding to school, it was very windy and there was some water floating around, so it was hard to look forward when I was pettling.... and I hit a parked car. Yep, parked. But it was a huge truck, and my wheel got stuck on/under the bumper. This was a major problem for me, because I was already fustrated and half crying, and now my bike was stuck. After about 10 min of kicking it, it finally came free. But my day didn't get any better. When I was about 5 min ride from the school, I turned and slid when I was going through a really dirty mud puddle and just finished my ride to school like that. They made me call my mom and get my grandma to bring some clothes in for me to change into. That was a very bad day.
This is also about the time I started using computers. My grandpa gave me the password to get into his computer and let me play the demo's of games he had. He had all the really old duke nuke'em games, and the old Doom 3d game and the wolfenstigne 3d game. I was quite happy. He also had jazz jackrabbit and a few other games I forgot the name of. This along with the nintendo took up most of my free time.
I belive it was about half way through 1st grade that we moved up to Tigard from Salem. Tigard is about an hours drive north of Salem. Up there we got a rental house over on Fanno Creak. Odd, I know. That place will later have been one of the better times of my childhood, but that time did not last long. And right now, it was just a time of more life.
When I moved in, I again had no friends and not a lot to do other than play video games. So I did that a lot in my free time. I never really made friends in school, and the one friend I did make moved away to Utah a few weeks after we became friends. I went to phill luise elementry school, and I had the same teacher for 1st and 2nd grade. I hated her so much. She was the first person in my life I thought about calling a bitch.
And, suprise, I was a stupid kid. I had to be in the special reading classes because I couldn't read very well. Ironicaly I can now read better than most people and yet... my spelling never caught up with me. Odd, that is. You'd think someone who reads as much as I do would pick something up about spelling. But nope, never did.
Anyways, back to how things were. I remember I played soccer a lot on recess. I enjoyed soccer a lot, even though I sucked at it and was always last picked anyways. A kid named JD was basicaly my idol at this time. He was good at Soccer and as far as I remember, fairly popular and likeable. I wanted to be just like him. But I wasn't.
Then, came the day I was hopeing for a long time. I got to switch schools. I'm not exactly sure why it happened, but they tore down my old school and sent me to Durham Elementry. Life was basicaly the same here, but the teacher wasn't a bitch. She was nice, I don't remember much else about her though. I do remember they'd let me spend some of my recesses inside playing the brazilian trail game. (think oregon trail, but in brazil!)
I also remember the RETARDED way they did spelling tests. Basicaly it was set up like this. You paired up people and gave them each a different spelling list based off of how good they are at spelling. Then you had them read it to eachother and you take the test like that. BUT, the person who was my partner was also bad at spelling, and unlike me, bad at reading. So he'd give me the wrong words. And I tried to tell the teacher this, because I was spelling words (that didn't make a bit of sense for how they were said) and she didn't belive me. That's when I first started to doubt the school systems.
I also remember my first crush. I have no idea what this girls name is or was, and I'm not sure why I liked her. All I really remember is that she was pale, and wore a black and white poka-dot skirt. I think she may have had freckles too. She could be the reason why I like pale girls as well as freckles on girls. But I'm not sure.
My parents still fight now, but I don't think any of the major ones I remember happend till after I got into the 3rd grade. So I'll save those stories for another time. Now it's time for a tale of crushed dreams. There was a kid down the street from me that I met. I forgot his name, but he was 2-3 years older than me. I thought we were becoming friends, but it was more like I was the point-and-laugh at kid. He'd try to get me to do stupid things, or just make me get hurt or something. At the time I didn't notice, cause I was just happy to have a friend for once. The day I finaly saw him for who he was is when he asked to barrow a football, and I let him, and then he wouldn't let me play with him. After that I got the football back and I didn't really speak with him much. I was kinda depressed and angry for the next few weeks, but I just kept on playing games and my worries went away.