Today begins day one of my "Blog Everyday in May" journey. I challenge y'all to follow along.
The story of my life: in 250 words.
"The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be coutning you words... probably)"
I was born two months early at four pounds and thirteen ounces, in Carrollton, Texas on September 29th 1987. Don't you wish you got to call yourself a miracle baby. Comes in handy when you're little and in trouble. My sister was born a month early. You see, It was a couple days before Christmas and I was mad that Momma said I couldn't have the Christmas Cookies till after supper. I was having none of that. I threw a fit, kicked my Momma. Next thing I knew she's was in labor and I had a little sister sooner than expected. Don't y'all know I still didn't get those dagum cookies! At, fifteen I was diagnosed with Scoliosis. I waited months to have the surgery so it wouldn't interfere with Marching Band. Don’t you wish your parents let you make life altering decision at 15. I had the surgery when I was 16. Before they wheeled me into the operation I told Momma, “ I could be paralyzed” And that boys and girls is how I got my first cellphone at sixteen. But it’s all good now cause I DO NOT go off in metal detectors. At seventeen I watched my daddy die of a heart-attack on the living room floor while my Momma was on the phone with 911. Y’all wanna know the only thing runnin’ through my head, “Guess that means I ain’t grounded anymore and can watch 7th heaven tonight!” And that’s the highlights, minus two, folks!