Short version: I was home schooled and have never stepped in a public school for the purpose of learning there. I have been in school jyms for homeschool functions. I worked for my father since i was knee-high to a grasshopper doing building construction. I now have and office job and am loving it! I couldn't write this without saying that God has always been a big part of my life. It is not religion, as some think, but rather, a relationship. I would like to go to Austrailia some day and I would like to sky dive and have a ride in a supersonic jet fighter (not in the same flight, though!).

Oh thats a bit long and not finished yet! How about my life blurb? Born on the 29th of December in Ascot, bounding baby Sophie emerged in our lives. She has had many ups and down, many twists and turns in her life. Now she is 15, a teenager and things are getting a hell of a lot more intresting, but harder too. So buy Boredasmustard- a Life Story. It'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry and you won't even know why! *****- The Sun A very entertaining read, I love it!-Stephen Fry Wasn't as good as my book-Bill Bryson

Not nearly enough room here, to tell it all.

Well....August 20, 1987 Naples, Italy...The world changed that day...I was born. To sum up my life I am just going to say I kicked some ass and I rocked some roll. It has been pretty B*&((in and I am living by the motto "Keep on keepin on"

ok June 1 1977 born to an unwed 15 year old. Was going to be put up for adoption my mom backed out. Was raised by my grandparents for 2 and a half years after that. My mother and father finally got married and my mom became pregnant with my sister my father died 6 month later so again my grandparants raised me and my sister for a few more years. Then my mother meet an abusive cocain adicited drunk and had two more childeran with him. I was sent to reform school at the age of 14 and came home when i was 17 got pregnant and married then a year and a half latter got divorced. More to nevada for a while developed a meth habit there and almost lost my son. Got married to a man i only knew for a month ended in a fight and jail time 3 months later. Moved back to my home town to leave with my grandparents again and get my life straight. Meet a wonderful man that i am afraid to marry but have been with off and on for 11 years and we have 3 beautiful childran together. My motto is if i was to buy a cemetery ppl would stop dying. I have no luck unless it is to make my life worse. Well that covers 29 years of my life.

On March 16th 1992, I was born to a couple of bohiemian former Austinites in Portland Oregon. I was an observent, calm child, that did''nt last long. I was homeschooled up untill first grade, it was the worst year of my life. (The first grade, not the homeschooling.) In early 2000 shortly after the birth of my sister, my family moved to Houston Texas, it's been going downhill since then. Despite my frequent attempts to escape this place, we just can't get out. I'm still homeschooled, and have no plans to become even halfway normal untill my planned move to Oregon, then, I will go into Highschool, and hopefully be happy. EDIT- Or at least that was what I thought. I now have no plans to move back, I will instead, someday, start out with my love and maybe one or two other close friends, on the road, in a van, stopping off in towns to torment people randomly, and then moving on.

I was born green (literally), to my mexican mom and german dad. The youngest of 5 (15.13.11 and 6 years between myself and them). Moved to Kansas when I was 2, been sick since I was little. Diagnosed with diabetes when 12, told I wouldn't graduate or live past 18, cuz I was too sick. Still here and 32, told I'd never have children, have some. Husband got murdered by nephew, then remarried to a wonderful man. Later diagnosed with fibromyalgia, neuropathy, kidney probs, and retinopathy. In the last year have had 8 total surgeries to my eyes, lost the right one. Now I sit in front of my computer and wait for my kids and hubby to get home. Do homework with the kids, fix supper for the family and answer questions on answerbag as long as I can see through one eye and have a little information that I can share with the world. And that my friends, is the Reader's Digest version!

It is not done yet

Anthony Bourdain.

i'm only 13, so not too much to say, only that i live for the north-central steam engine show.

Veni Vidi Vici Translation: I came to AnswerBag I saw questions I answered questions *A Star Is Born* I was born on a Tuesday in January. It was cold outside. I was my parents’ third child, so they had a thorough understanding of how these things worked by then. Driving from Cohasset into Boston, they stopped at Grammy’s house in Quincy and dropped Mark and Matthew off to be cared for. Then, my Dad, living up to his nickname of Hot Rod Harry, made it to St. Margaret’s Hospital in record time. He dropped Mom off at the front door, and drove around to the parking lot. He then entered the rear entrance and sat in the waiting room smoking cigars (Garcia & Vega, Optimo Sports) while various hospital attendants administered to my Mom. Following the usual journey, I arrived in fine shape and immediately latched onto the nearest breast. This would prove to be a pattern in my later life. After a reasonable length of time (according to the adjusters at Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Massachusetts), my mother and I were released to my father who drove us home in his 1956 Ford 500. Upon arrival at 55 Bancroft Road, I was installed in a white bassinette in my parent’s room. Mark and Matthew were awed at the overwhelming presence that I exuded, and left me alone for the next few years. During this time, as I was growing older, my parents repeated the process four more times, bringing Claire, Andrew, Philip and Sarah home to the bassinette, one at a time. *School Daze* For a few years, I grew and learned while living an idyllic childhood. Then, much to my dismay, I started school. Kindergarten wasn’t so bad. I enjoyed recess, the snack, and following Lisa Se***le around constantly. I was infatuated with her, and not fazed at all by the fact that she wanted nothing to do with me. First grade, on the other hand, was like taking a bath in ice water - it woke me right up! For the first time in my young life, I was expected to do some work. I had to learn letters, numbers and face up to the fact that my family was…um…different from all the rest of the families. I learned that every household in the world had this interesting entertainment device known as a television. At the ripe old age of six years old, I couldn’t understand how one of these contraptions hadn’t found its way into our house. I knew nothing about my parent’s belief that television was responsible for the “dumbing down” of society. I just knew that all my new friends talked constantly about Superman, Batman, Ricochet Rabbit, Yogi the Bear and Secret Squirrel. I also knew that they looked down on me because I couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation on those subjects. They invented games with names like TV Tag that everyone in the neighborhood could play except me. *Reading Pain* In first grade, I learned how to read. To compensate for the lack of television, I started devouring every book I could get my hands on. This included the entire children’s section of the Paul Pratt Memorial Library. I used to walk or ride bike the mile and a half to the library at least three times weekly with my two older brothers. We would spend hours at a time sitting in the downstairs children’s lounge reading books. We would usually check out the maximum allowed number of books each time to bring home with us. Sometimes, when I got a little bored reading at the library, I would go exploring in the book stacks. I loved the musty “old book” smell of the place. Around this time, I was also learned that there was a reason that I so dreaded the annual trips to the school doctor’s office for the eye exam. Other kids hated the booster shots or the TB tests, but I always dreaded the eye test. Give me a needle in the arm any time rather than have to decipher those tiny squiggles in the little machine! It turns out that I took after my dad in more ways than one. In addition to being short and having a rather round body shape, I was nearsighted! My dad carted me off to Dr. Schlossberg in “the city” for an eye exam and a pair of eyeglasses. All of a sudden, I was able to see the world around me, and was able to read without putting my nose (literally) in the book. *The Principal of Mathematics* One of the negative side effects of being able to read from a relatively further distance was that my mathematics skills were severely diminished. How, you may be asking yourself, would improved eyesight interfere with math skills? Every day, I would sit at my desk in Mrs. Murphy’s third grade class and read books. I would put the books down in my lap and read them while pretending to pay attention to the other subjects being taught. I’m sorry to say that I corrupted another student also. Vickie Gr***en sat directly in front of me. I showed her how to hold the books down in her lap, and read away. The two of us were the most advanced in our reading and comprehension classes, while at the bottom of the barrel as far as math was concerned. Fortunately (for my later math skills), Mrs. Murphy came walking down the aisle one day and caught us red handed. We were sent to the principal’s office and were spoken to severely by Mrs. Marks. To make it worse, the principal, Mrs. Marks, was a neighbor who lived on the same street I did, and she went directly to my mom with the information. *Sacramental Whine* I made a decent recovery on the math learning, but to this day have to do a little extra thinking when determining what nine times six is as opposed to six times nine. I excelled in all of my other classes, and was soon moved into the honors class. I spent the next three years at the Deer Hill School shuttling back and forth between the honors and the advanced classes. I guess that I confused them a little…how could a child who was so smart, have trouble with basic skills like the multiplication tables? At this same time, I followed in the footsteps of my oldest brother, and started learning to play the trumpet. I also followed my older brothers into the Boy Scouts. Being a good Catholic boy, I started learning how to serve mass as an alter boy. For six months, I attended classes to learn the Latin mass. Just when I had learned all of the Latin prayers and responses, and prior to serving my very first mass, the Catholic Church eliminated the Latin mass. I served numerous masses over the years at St. Anthony’s parish. To this day, I’m glad that St. Anthony’s only had an alcoholic priest, rather than the pedophile priests that were in some of the surrounding town’s churches. *Beach Sand* During these elementary years, my fondest memories are of the summertime. My dad was a newspaper photographer for the Boston Herald-Traveler newspaper. With his seniority, and a Pulitzer Prize under his belt (1956 – photograph of the sinking of the Andrea Doria), he had the choice assignments. Unfortunately for his family, that meant that he worked the “peak news” hours of 3:00pm to 11:00pm. During the school year, we kids would sometimes not see him at all from Sunday evening until Saturday morning. In the summer, we got to make up for that. Every warm day, all summer, my mom would pack all seven of us off to Sandy Beach for the day. We would leave right after breakfast in our 1959 Chevrolet Biscayne station wagon (also known as the “wigga-wagon” due to the front-end shimmy at any speed over 10 mph), and be there by 9:00 in the morning. Mom would pack dozens of sandwiches, a cooler (igloo brand) full of ice water and some snacks. We would spend the entire day swimming, building sand castles, exploring tide pools and capturing various ocean-based life forms. Around 10:00 each morning, my dad would join us and spend time with us at the beach. We would all have our sandwiches around 1:00, and Dad would leave to get ready for work. We usually stayed at the beach until 5:00 or even later. To this day, when I bite into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I brace myself for the inevitable crunch of beach sand! *Track and Field* Growing up, we lived across the street from Milliken Field. At that time, Milliken field consisted of a football field with metal goalposts at either end, a baseball diamond in the back left corner and a set of blue-grey metal bleachers on the opposite side of the field from my parents house. There was a quarter-mile long track running around the perimeter of the field. To the left of the field was an area consisting of an acre or two of overgrown fields, vernal pools and rabbit warrens. To the right of the field was a pair of tennis courts. All the while we were growing up, we were allowed to play unsupervised in the field, as my mom could always look out the front door and see the entire field. As we grew a little older and more independent, we would push that rule to the limit and play in the woods behind the Blue Bleachers. There was an old well to the left of the bleachers that we would climb down to catch frogs. We would also go exploring in the area to the left of the field that we dubbed “Shady Glade”. This was a reference to the book by Bill Peet titled Farewell to Shady Glade, which was a favorite in my family. It is only later that the name Shady Glade would turn out to be a prophetic one for the area. In Shady Glade, there were a number of seasonal ponds, and the whole area housed a variety of wildlife. Frogs, toads, various birds and small animals made their homes in the area. In addition, numerous insects, including bees, butterflies, grasshoppers and moths inhabited the sunny, meadow sections of Shady Glade. In the summertime, you could hear the crickets, katydids and cicadas chirping, buzzing and clicking the hot weather away all night long. From our earliest days, we would go wandering through the area, seeing what we could catch as a pet. My most memorable find was a spotted salamander that I took home…prepared to keep him and care for him for life. Unfortunately for Spot, our cat Stardust decided that a salamander would make a nice snack. Turns out that she was wrong, but Spot did not survive the encounter. *Winter Solstice* In the wintertime, Milliken Field would always start to resemble a pond. Because the field was lower in the middle than on the sides, water would stand on the field after every rainstorm. As the weather became colder, that standing water would freeze, giving us our own personal skating rink. We would lace up the ice skates and play hockey or just go skating all winter long. If snow covered the ice, we would bring snow shovels over and clear our skating rink. My dad and mom could never figure out how we had so much energy to shovel the ice, when we were always too tired to shovel the driveway at home! In Shady Glade, the little vernal pools would get a skim of ice on the surface that wouldn’t even support a child’s weight. We called the area Breakable because we would go crashing through the thin ice. We would sometimes eat pieces of this crystal clear ice, despite the dire warnings from my parents that illness would follow. One time, I found what I thought was a dead turtle in one of the ponds under the ice. I brought it home, and experienced the entire resurrection thing for myself. After three days the turtle, which had been banished to the garage by my mom, rose from the dead and went to heaven. Or at least it went to a turtle’s version of heaven. It moved into the wood pile in the back of the garage, and would venture forth to get snacks from me and my brothers. Yertle the Turtle (named after a Dr. Seuss character) eventually moved on, leaving sadness in our hearts, and many turtle droppings behind the woodpile. MORE TO COME – KEEP WATCHING THIS SPACE!

My Dad was a hellfire-and-brimstone Baptist preacher who scared away most of his congregation with an extreme form of Christianity of his own invention. My Mother dumped him in 1963 and raised all 6 of us cubs herself on a secretary's income. We had a lot of fun, despite being too poor to pay attention. I was the smartest kid in class, red-headed, freckle-faced, popular and cute as a button, and was expected to turn out well. Instead, I hit some traumas in adolescence and turned into a nightmare for my mother: I took lots of drugs, got arrested and jailed several times, even burglarized the church where our family had attended many years -- ripping out the sound equipment and leaving a smart-aleck note behind. Some good things happened as a teen: I learned to play the piano, and I became very interested in what I called the "Big Questions" -- who am I? What is life for? Is there a God and what does He want? etc. These questions turned out to be worth asking for many years to come. But being a young teen punk wiped out my college scholarship offers, and instead of going to Cal Tech or MIT, I became an LSD-dropping keyboard player in various small-time California bands, going up and down the coast trying desperately to make enough money to stay alive. Eventually I realized I just wasn't good enough or committed enough to make the music thing go, so I quit the music and the drugs and got a real job. But the Big Questions kept burning, and I kept reading all sorts of things in the philosophy, psychology, religion, metaphysics, science, and oddball-thinking sections of the library. I also spent time with various group programs like est, Lifespring, Contegrity, volunteer work, and the like. I got married twice, my 2nd wife came with 2 young daughters from a previous marriage, an Insta-family. Soon I had a nice bout with alcoholism (to round out my self-abuse education) which was terminated by my Mother's sudden and unexpected death from cancer. That was the final straw on screwing around with life, I think -- it was very painful. At that point I became determined about the Big Questions -- the curiosity became an intense personal crusade to understand. That crusade led eventually to Zen practice, which turned out to be exactly the thing I needed to have all of those fragmentary life lessons, bits and pieces read and heard, personal insights, and assorted trivia start falling into place like a self-assembling puzzle. The many hours of "just sitting", letting the mind clear itself, provided (and continue to provide) an environment where what I already knew -- but couldn't integrate -- could arrange themselves into coherent understanding about myself and my life, and provide some clarity about the universal questions I loved so much. Oh yeah, somewhere along the line I learned how to write software so I could pay the bills. Then I stumbled onto Answerbag in September of 2006. It's been a wild ride here.

I grew up in Seoul, South Korea and moved to Vancouver, Canada when I was 4. Now I live by the hotel I stayed at when I visited the Rockies when I was 3. I have grown up to be a DJ on the net and also an AnswerBag Maniac. It is a fun life living in Vancouver!!! My life has a long ways to go and I will enjoy the rest of it well!!!

My life story: September 11, 1989: Born June 29, 2078: Died

Born Fire/Brimstone Realized that was stupid Drugs/Alcohol Realized that was stupid Legalism/Conservatism Realized that was stupid Open minded Here I am

Here's the extra ultra condensed version: 1974: Born 1988: Went to "Heaven" Stayed in "Heaven" for 5 years 1993: Went to "Hell." Stayed in "Hell" for 9 years and learned a hell of a lot. 2002: Was welcomed back into "Heaven". and have stayed there ever since. Moral of the story, Life is what you make it.

Born cute Hyper child figure skater trained for the Olympics professional Figure Skater Broken Back Back Fusion New Career Fell in Love New book of life starting now

I was born Aug3,1953, to a hard working man, and a very loving and compassionate woman. We were living in Guthrie,Tx, dad was working for the 6666 Ranch. I was born in Paducah, Texas, about 30 miles north of Guthrie. Dad used to tell me that I was almost born in the backseat of a '49 Ford. We had electricity, but no runnin water in the house. Mom got water from a well and we had an outhouse for a bathroom. She would wash clothes with a scrubboard, me, and my two older sisters in a No.3 washtub out on the porch. Dad was a welder in WWII at the San Diego Shipyards and so he went back to welding and following the pipelines around Texas. So from 1956 to about 1959, we lived all over Texas. Finally settled down in north central Texas. I graduated from high school in 1971, entered the Navy, and was released from active duty as a Gunnersmate 1st Class, classified DAV. I had married in 1973 to a girl I had gone steady with in HS, but in 1985 we divorced and we had a son and a daughter. Soon after, while on the local PD, I met my soulmate, Kim.I started driving trucks long haul across the country. She had one son, five years old, I had a ten y.o. son and a five year old daughter. We were married in 1986, and lived and loved until she died of cancer Thanksgiving Day, 1999. I remarried the next year to a lady I met on the internet, she had lost her husband to cancer nearly the same time Kim died, but we quickly found out that we mistook friendship for love and divorced. We are still very close friends and I am good friends with her new husband. The next year I was involved in a head-on accident with another truck, and was in Physical Therapy for about six months and had my leg operated on. I can no longer drive big trucks and walk on a cane. I quit smoking a year ago, but have contracted emphysema anyway. So, I am retired, on disability, on oxygen part of the day and look forward to seeing my grandsons occasionally. I live with my widowed mother, and we go out to eat alot and enjoy each others company. I have a girlfriend that lives about 100 miles away in Dallas and we see each other quite often. Her name is Serena. We like to karaoke and watch reruns of "Little House on the Prairie".... We rock, huh? LOL... Live has really been good to me. There are a lot of people in alot worse shape than I am in. I thank God every day for giving me the things that I do have, and for the wonderful life I have had. I spent 10-11 years on sea duty in the navy and have been around the world three times. I have been on almost every ocean/sea on the globe and nearly every major sea port in the world. I spent 30 days on the North Pole, have been around the "Horn". I helped build an orphanage in Kenya, watched native cerimonies of aboriginies in Australia, went snow sking in the Alps. I walked from Monte Carlo, to Nice,France along the cliff highway, I have seen whales and icebergs in the North Atlantic, dolphins in the Carribean. I have been scuba diving in Puerto Rico, Australia, Ivory Coast, and off the shores of Curacao. I have seen and done so many things. I have seen the Northern Lights from the deck of a war ship and sat out on the forecastle of an aircraft carrier and seen the Southern Cross. I have met so many wonderful people from all over the world that I wish I could see them again. Italy, France, Morroco, Turkey, Greece, Holland, Spain, Ivory Coast, Mesina Omahn, Saudi Arabia, Japan, and the list goes on and on. I am convinced that there are not really that many bad people in the world, just bad leaders.

i'll tell ya in the next life cause this one aint over yet lol

I try to choose: Forgiveness over Venegence Peace over War Happiness over Sadness Thankful Heart over Grumbling Soul Life over Death Love over Hate Hope over Despair Light over Darkness Reasoning over Blind Faith (inclding faith in God by reason alone)

Born in Honolulu Hawaii in 1980, my family moved to California later that year. I have one older sister. My mom ran a daycare service out of her home, so for the first 5 years of my life I learned to cooperate and share with any number of other children. I learned to read by the time I was three, and thoroughly impressed my preschool teacher (at age 4) who couldn't believe someone of my age was such a good reader. I attended public school for my entire school career, and do not believe that I was cheated out of anything because of it. I have every intention of sending my future children to public school as well. For my 4th-6th grade years I was placed into classes for the gifted and talented children (the nerd class, as I like to refer to it) where we were given more advanced coursework. I went to the only junior high school in town, and then to the only high school in town. I had a few good teachers, including a great anatomy & physiology teacher who expected us to learn many many things, which we did... but then I promptly forgot once I moved on. I was a good student, who could have done better in school, but decided that, although I was smart enough to do everything asked of me, that it wasn't worth my time and effort to get a 4.4 GPA... so I settled for a 3.65 overall. My friends thought I was an idiot for not doing all my homework, and not reading everything that I was asked to. I think I made a good decision, as I had free time to have fun, and they did not. Between age 6 and age 14 I learned to play many different musical instruments, including (but not limited to): The piano, flute, clarinet, trumpet and trombone. The trombone was my favorite, and I continued it into college, and was hired every summer by a local theater group where I played in the orchestra pit for the musical performances. I had a boyfriend in high school, who was absolutely lovely as far as first boyfriends go, and a great friend. We broke up because we knew we didn't have plans to spend the rest of our lives with each other (and also because I was leaving for college). 3 days after our breakup, I met my current bf. We immediately hit it off, and have been together ever since (as of right now, it's been over 8 years). I've worked many different retail jobs, and attended a few schools since high school. I was accepted to a 4 year university straight out of high school, but it was 10 hours away from home, and I dropped out after 1 quarter. I was too far from family, friends, and, of course, my new bf. I came back home, attended a local junior college, where I got a certificate in culinary and pastry arts, and a few associates degrees before transferring to a 4 year university and getting a bachelor's degree in business administration and accounting. I am currently a government employee working in a small office where we make loans to rural communities to build/upgrade infrastructure (like water systems, sewer systems) as well as fire stations, hospitals and low-income housing. I am still with that bf I met after high school, we live together, and plan on getting engaged soon (he just needs to get the ring and propose to make it official... I told him he had to do it the right way! lol) I live in the town I grew up in, and within 2 miles of my parents, my sister and her family, and all of my friends. Also within 15 miles of my bf's parents and other family. From here I plan to continue at my job, get married and have children (at least 2). I would like to stay living in the area, but home prices are ridiculous, so we may have to make a move to somewhere else, but I would like to avoid that if at all possible. For now, I enjoy life, work, cook, clean, hang out on answerbag, and play video games (I'm a FFXI addict). Nothing exceptional, and definitely nothing traumatic...really uneventful compared to the other life stories posted on here. But its my life, I've enjoyed it so far, and I plan on making it the best I can. ---------------------------- Edited 5/21/08 Since this was written, I have gotten engaged, and am planning my wedding for October, 2008. It will be at a local golf club, where we'll have the ceremony out on the course by a pretty pond with a waterfall and bridge, and lots of green plants and trees. The reception will be indoors at the same location. We are going to go on a cruise in the Carribbean for our honeymoon. I'm no longer an FFXI addict (although I do miss it!), I still have the same job (although I will eventually leave when something better comes along), and have started taking dance lessons - salsa, and ballroom. Very fun. I've walked in the Breast Cancer 3-day in San Diego twice, but won't be returning this year. (Both because of the wedding, and because it just takes so much time for training and fundraising.) My sister has gotten divorced, and my oldest nephew is about to graduate high school (we hope! lol). He'll be joining the Marines. My fiancé and I plan on having some fun, and going on some vacations, for the next two years, and then we'd like to start having kids. We've agreed that we want 2 or 3. If the first two are both boys, or both girls, we won't have a third. But, if we have one of each with the first two, we'll have a third. We'll see how that plays out when it happens :) For now, life is good, and happy. --------------------------------- Edited 1/23/09 Well - since the last update, I'm married, but still working at the same place, living in the same house, and not much else has changed. Since the drop in housing prices, we've been looking for a house to buy. We also plan on starting our family sometime later this year or early next year. (Yay!) We are still taking ballroom dancing lessons (basic foxtrot and waltz, lots of Salsa classes, and are now taking the Hustle.) It's lots of fun. Still hoping the win the lottery so I can quit my job and become a stay-at-home-mom... but that's not too likely, eh?

I came, I asked, I learned, I failed, I learned, I loved.

Nothing particularly exciting or noteworthy, but here goes: I was born on the 12th anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day, in the infirmary of the Atomic Energy Commission’s facility in Oak Ridge, Tennessee, USA. (My mom’s water broke when she was taking supper to my dad, who was working late.) I’m not sure my dad ever forgave me for being born during the nightly news. Turns out I was the middle of 3 daughters, and the tomboy. I grew up in Albuquerque, NM with a typical American middle class upbringing, riding my bike all over the place, catching lizards in the mesa, hiking in the mountains. In my neighborhood we played street football, where I excelled as a flanker. In my family we all read to each other lot of evenings. We read everything from Emerson to Marx, from Poe to Steinbeck, from the Bhagavad-Gita to the Bible. That tradition continued when I had kids. When I was about 14 I found out that not all people had the same opportunities I did, and I was outraged that no one was outraged by this. I rebelled against my parents because at the time I couldn’t see that they cared. I went to protests and got arrested. I worked in a community center in the poorest neighborhood in my city, thinking I would somehow save the world. I didn’t, but I learned a lot. One thing I learned was that there are a lot of people who are resigned to their “place” and don’t feel they have the power to change anything in their lives. I also acted in Light Opera productions during that time, my most notable role as “Anybodys” in West Side Story. “When you’re a Jet you’re a Jet all the way…” At 16, naïve compared to other students, I started college. I was always the straight person at parties. I majored in English, minored in anthropology. I met my future husband Larry, a kung fu student and astrophysics whiz, who tended bar at Okie Joe’s and always let me and my friends sneak in to dance. We had two daughters, but I couldn’t deal with his eventual addiction to cocaine, so we split after 8 years. I did most of the raising of the girls, living paycheck to paycheck. Larry did overcome that addiction and we are now very good friends. I did due diligence for the government after they took over various savings and loans in the 80s, so I got to travel all over the country. I went to baseball games in every city, indulging another passion of mine. I had a few boyfriends scattered around the country. But I was always drawn to that original passion to level the playing field, and after the kids were grown I changed careers, becoming a paralegal. I joined a non-profit agency that promotes the rights and expands legal access for people with disabilities. I don’t believe in hand-outs, but I do think everyone should have the same opportunities I was given. I love my job. I love my family, too - they are truly decent and passionate folks.

born in '92! yeah im 90's child. born near boothwyn, PA. then when i was like 18 months we moved over to the windy city, chicago! then moved back to PA into lancaster! pshh, my young childhood was just like any other. but now i love sports, i've been playing soccer for 10-11 years now and our team is 13th in PA. i run cross country and i love it, soo far running as a freshman my 5K personal record in 19:06. i used to take moo-duk-kwan but due to school sports and such i dont have much time anymore. i am a second degree blue belt, 3 belts away from black. i love swimming, music. people say im wierd but i perfer unique. im a bad influence. teachers look out for me. cant listen to rap or country. love war movies.. and comedies. gonna go into the navy. im not a stoner. but i love party-ing and hanging out. that pretty much me and my life soo far.

I have been a procrastinator from birth. I made my appearance a week late and have never caught up. I was also a night owl from birth and Johnny Carson was as recognizable to me as my parents. I spent the majority of my youth being precocious enough to cause trouble but still be endearing. I could work the VCR by the age of two (Beta! Wooo!). My father waged a campaign of physical and psychological warfare on my family. My mother waged a campaign of denial that was just as devastating. I did my best to goad my father so I would get my lumps as well as my younger brother's. I tried my best to get custody of him after I moved out and got my crap together. My best wasn't good enough and my brother is now sliding into alcoholism. Don't get all misty-eyed about sibling love, we still fought viciously and had our mishaps. I was a quarter of an inch away from putting his eye out with a pair of hedgeclippers (it was an accident... seriously). He walked in on a passionate kiss and startled my boyfriend at the time who promptly dropped me on the floor. When I was 12 or so, we were antagonizing each other and, as I ran out of the room, he threw a Star Trek: The Next Generation Commander William T. Riker action figure at me. Poor Riker hit the wall and broke into his component pieces. Out of spite, I stole his head and hid it in my room. As my 18th birthday approached, I was packing to move out. Tucked in a little hidey-hole, I found Riker's head and sheepishly returned it to my brother. That Christmas, I opened a package from him to find a reassembled Riker sitting at the bottom of the box with his phaser aimed at me. It is now one of my most cherished possessions. I started taking classes at the local community college so I only had to spend a half day in high school my senior year. I was an English major but changed to computers so I could pursue the thing that has been my passion since the age of nine. I got a B.S. in Information Technology and an M.S. in Telecommunications. I've been teaching but I'm looking for a job in industry right now because I miss the practical and the hands-on. I made a childless choice and my cats are my children. I had to be flexible about my choice, though, when I met my boyfriend six years ago. I am now mother to two cats and one boyfriend. I was very ill for the last several years and doctor after doctor either fluffed me off or scrutinized individual symptoms instead of looking at the big picture. I finally figured out that I have hypoglycemia (I think I still had to pay the HMO even though it was a self diagnosis). I follow a very strict diet that excludes all sugar and simple carbohydrates. Over the months, my health has returned along with a new chance to actually live life. I am currently spending most of that chance as an Answerbag junkie. Random facts: -I have double-jointed knees and can dislocate my shoulders. -I've taken Judo and Aikido but my boyfriend still hopes to best me in a tussle some day. -Using my toes, I can pick things up or pinch hard enough to bruise. -I went snorkeling in Alaska in May. -I got to hold a baby cougar. -I got to see what the inside of Space Mountain at Disney World looks like with the lights on. They aren't kidding when they say not to put your hands up.

I was the result of a rocker and a hippie. I was born and lived in chico for 4 years of my life, which consisted of my mom using drugs, and my dad not wanting anything to do with me. I moved to Idaho, and my mother went into rehab. She got out, stayed sober for a few years. Then started on painkillers. It was a really hard time then. Dealing with school, raising my little sister, and a drugged out mom every night. But I made the best of it and I loved my mom so much. She was this crazy hippie who used to dance on our kitchen table with us to alanis morsette and pearl jam. We painted our faces, made dream catchers, and homeade rasberry jam. It was fun, even though it was hard. My mom died during my 6th grade summer, and I went into middle school alone, 2 weeks later. I moved to California a few years later, and I have been here ever since. Where I work at a smoothie shop and go to a great high school. And I am now a regular addict to this site! Yay!

I was born in 1966, and like Forest Gump I keep having sideways brushes with fame. My father was a hugely charismatic methodist minister who was a lightening rod of civil rights in Chicago. He was invited twice to the White House (the NIXON Whitehouse?!) for dinner. He was one of the early founders of Project Breadbasket, which turned into Operation PUSH, which mutated into the Rainbow Coalition. He marched on Washington with ML King and I have a picture of my dad and Jessie Jackson in my living room. He died of cancer when I was 10 years old. Thousands and thousands of people attended his funeral. They over-flowed his small town church, he meant so much to my town. My father was special. My mother was average. Dad married her as a 19 year old girl-bride. He'd loved me with all of his heart. Mother never kissed, hugged. Don't get me started on the shrew. It was like the wicked step-mother, but she was my REAL mother. Because she'd been The Minister's wife, it was hard to ever convince anyone in my small town how she treated me. (Still is...and I've moved half a country away.) Because I had to get away from her, I was prone to answer the call of every little Romeo in town. Thought that somehow I would get married and hit the road. Lots of free sex. Very little movement from Peyton Place. I went to high school with John Cusack and Jeremy Piven. John was in my driver’s ed class and years later in law school, I embarrassed myself when he opened a theater in Chicago. Had one too many drinks at intermission and told him he was really mean to me in high school. He grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes and said “I’m so sorry about that.” It was funny because he was so nice and it made me feel so petty. Like: sorry little lady that you are still dwelling in HIGH SCHOOL. Lol. Went to college in rural nowhere'sville Illinois. Steve Harris was one of my best friends: the bald black guy in The Practice. Had a baby in college. Unintended effect of baby without marriage: forced me BACK home since no job. Stayed home with the shrew for a year until I was at the local Bodega and a cute guy in a tan Honda picked me up. We got an apartment (ROACH MOTEL) together. Took my son. Dickwad and I worked at Nine West Shoes on the Magnificent Mile in Chicago. He met a more fashionable wannabe than me. Started slapping me around a bit. Next thing I knew, I came home and she was in the waterbed that I'd purchased with my hard earned cash with Dickwad--the waterbed I'd bought him for Christmas. No scene. Just walked nextdoor to my friend's roachier apartment and me and my son slept in the wild kingdom (horrible mice and roaches) for a couple of months, until I pulled myself out of the depression enough to find some real roomates. I got a room with some hip, young kids. All of them wanted to be "actors." One was in Second City. She isn't famous. Actor-wannabees, waiters in fact. But we waited at a really hip Chicago-area restaurant. Steve Colbert waited there too. He is pretty much what you see. To the best of my knowledge, he is not conservative, but all the geekiness: that is 100% him. I waited and bartended. In our apartment were two waitresses, a cook, and a mooch we picked-up (the cook's best friend from Kansas, a very funny pre-Kramer, Kramer.) We all worked hard and then came home. Sometimes my son would stay with me and this fellow would babysit. We lived over a bar and one night I came home late and passed by the bar on my way home. I saw a little baby boy in the bar shooting baskets and thought "wow, that's sad. A baby boy in a bar. And then I looked closer and realized it was MY babyboy." Anyway. My son started living full-time with my shrewish mother. I went to law school. Several boyfriends. Two marriages later, here I am. Pretty much ready to move on and become the next thing I can be. Tired of lawyering, I know that I only have one life to live: there are no practice lives. I have to reinvent myself, because the only thing we are promised is our own happiness. Happiness is very important to me, and I am on an active search to drastically change my life. By this time in 2007, I hope seriously to have a new vocation. Last year I was on the CBS Early because I’m involved in a famous legal case (involving a cute blonde teacher who had sex with her juvenile student. That cutie hates me! But every time she has a wart on her ass, they want an interview.)

It's a long, weird story that occasionally resembles Sci-Fi. Here is a brief list of highlights: 1973 - Born to a scared mom and abusive, mentally-ill father. 1979 - Mom kicks dad to the curb; raised by single mother from then on 1980 - House burns down 'mysteriously'; moved to new town 1980-1991 - Grew up, went to school. Gradually got more jaded, cynical, and smarter, though most of that was my own doing and not the school's. 1992 - Joined US Navy 1994 - Dropped from Nuke school; hit the fleet; met a nice girl 1994-1998 - See exciting new lands, meet exciting new people, and drink exciting new beers! 1998 - Left the Navy; moved back to Northeast US 2001 - Got married to that nice girl I met years ago Most of the details in between are interesting as a whole, but individually not worthy of mention and too numerous to list even if they were. It's too bad really as those MANY little things add up to making me the bastard I am today.

Born 11/26/78. My Filipino/Spanish mother taught at an elementary in Camden, NJ and my Chinese father was gone by the time I was 2 years old. We always had an extended family (mom's) living with us - aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. Growing up, I was practically raised by my grandmother, spoiled by an aunt, and resented by my mother. I resented her as well. Anytime I would have something, it would be taken away and sent to the Philippines as a gift to one of my many cousins that she was helping get through medical school. Starting around age 8, I began playing piano. And with my mother working in an all African-American school, I was around a wide variety of music - tribal, gospel, R&B, and rock. My mother was also a leader in the Filipino Catholic community. She organized prayer groups, directed choirs, and helped rebuild parishes. (Remember the church in the 6th Sense? It was my mom's committee that got that church back on it's feet). On my own, I began to dabble in regional modeling and community acting. I even got into a JC Penny catalogue. At 16, I moved out and came to live at my uncle's in Houston for my senior year. After graduating, I moved around from school to school as I tried to make it as an actor and a dancer. By 21, everything was going great. I was living in NYC for the second time and I was working several jobs in the performing industry and even had a demo deal with a major label. That deal went south, but I had found validation. In mid-2000, I moved to LA (without ever having visited) with my best friend. He left after a couple months without any luck, but I began to do really well. I got roles in plays, musicals, movies, and tv shows and I sang in several bands. I got caught up in the whirlwind of Hollywood. By late-2002, I was living in my car and had a physical addiction to heroin. After a the death of Elliott Smith, I began to gather my wits and courage. In late February 2004, I drove from LA to Austin then Houston and quit heroin cold turkey. I began to refocus on my music. In early, 2006 I released an album and then went on a national tour in the summer. After coming home from 2 months on the road, I'm back to playing shows in Houston and Austin, writing new material, and working as a production consultant. Then, in November, I found Answerbag while fact checking some lyrics. And the rest is history... I could go into a lot more detail, but then who'd see the movie when it came out?

1965: Born 1970: Became big sister to my brother Daniel 1970: Entered Public Education 1976: Got my first period 1979: Mourned the loss of a wonderful woman who was like a grandmother to me. 1981: Got my drivers license 1982: Baptized as one of Jehovah's Witnesses 1983: Exited Public Education 1984: Dated Richie 1985: Engaged to Richie 1986: Married to Richie 1987: Got my first cat 1994: Became a homeowner 1996: Got laid off for the first time 1998: Got my first tattoo 2001: Mourned the loss of my first cat 2002: Diagnosed with Fibromyalgia 2003: Got my second tattoo 2005: Got laid off for the second time 2006: Celebrated 20 years of marriage Those are the highlights. All the other stuff is small beans. http://www.watchtower.org/library/g/2003/9/22a/article_01.htm

I was born in Virginia Beach, VA. Parents had a wonderful marriage. My dad was in the Navy. He got stationed to Italy. We moved to CA for 6 mths for him to learn Italian. We moved to Italy. Best 4 years of my life! I was homeschooled from 4th-7th grade. I Loved Italy so much. I speak fluent Italian. Last year in Italy my parents went through some differences. My mom attempted suicide 3 times. My life was horrible. My mom leaned on me for support during this hard time. I was under so much stress. We moved back to Virginia Beach in June, 2006. I am now an 8th grader at the smallest middle school in Virginia Beach. I have lots of good friends and what happened in Italy seemed so long ago. It still has a scar on my life but God is healing me. My parents are still getting a divorce soon and it's definitely going to be life changing...

My life isn't nearly as interesting as some others on here but in the interests of answerbaggers everywhere I will give it a go. Born in 1973 the youngest of 6 to middle class parents. Both parents married and just celebrated 50yrs of marriage. Went through grade school hell for 8 years(Don't be unpopular in a private school full of stuck up rich kids) Went to High School and did Ok there. Graduated and went to a tech college. Had one kid with High School Sweetheart. We married and had 2 more kids. Celebrated 12 years of marriage this year. Just bought our first house. The book is still being written and I am hope for one of those gushy, happily-ever-after endings.

God my life story is LONG and confusing! I'll tell ya though. Let's see whn my mom was 4 months pregnant with me she got in a car accident killing my 2 year old sister so she went crazy and started doing every drug she could think of. I was born with some heart and health problems, but alive. She left me on the next door neighbors door step for a year I stayed htere my dad found me and he was already re-married so she adopted me. My dad started smoking weed and got very abusive with me and my mom, (my birth parents had a problem with me because they wanted my baby sister not me and because she died) Let's see so he went to jail for kidnapping me from school with a gun to my head didn't see him again until I was about 16 years old. I talk to him from time to time, I met my birth mom and that side of the family when I was about 12 years old. I don't have anything to do with them though. I quite school at 16 years old beacuse of everyone giving me problems and fighting with me. I moved out at 17 years old with my high school sweetheart and got married at 18 years old. We had lots of problems with him cheating and wanting other women. I was very depressed and starting doing METH got addicted and then after about a year I stopped because I went ot rehab, me and my husband found out I was pregnant. After 3 months of being pregnant I found out my baby didn't develope her heart so I had a miscarriage which was very hard and my husband was cheating on me with a lot of women out of town (TRUCK DRIVER) so I left him. My divorce was final this year. I haven't sen him since. Found out recently he gave me HPV which I've had to have a few surgery's for to get rid of. Still dealing with that my 2nd surgery is Jan. 2007! I have been with my fiance and his children for 7 months now. I moved in with him and we are doing great. Plan on getting married this next summer with a big formal wedding. I'm excited! Well that is about it that I can think of. I forgot to tell you my adopted mom had a little girl when I was 17 years old. She is 3 now and adorable! She's my baby girl! Well thanks for listening! LATER!

I was born under a Virgo sun and an Aquarius moon. Which, if you are wondering, makes for a very very odd individual. I was raised by my mother (an overbearing Kindergarten teacher) and my father (an office worker bee of some type). My childhood was uninteresting and contained most of the same coming-of-age challenges and experiences as everyone else's. I scraped through school by the skin of my teeth, and by the time I graduated high school I was ready to clear out of small-town New Hampshire. I thought it would be really cool to move out of my parents house and down to western Taxachusetts, at age 17. WRONG. Needless to say, I moved back to my parents' house within 6 months. And stayed there for 6 months, doing little more than eating and sleeping (and working about 15 hours a week at a record store). When I finally got around to moving out, I met a really nice man and married him (at age 19 - he is 14 years my senior). Things have been good. I've spent the last few years playing receptionist for various companies. There have also been 6 tattoos and a love/hate relationship with booze (hey, that kinda rhymes!). Overall, it's been an interesting couple of decades...what I can remember of them...

Born in 1970 in Sydney Australia. Had a very tough and abusive childhood due to an alcoholic mother, mind you i only learnt this at 35. Got decent grades at school, went to a private school. Much preferred sport though, represented my country as a junior in tennis. Gave up tennis and played rugby union thereafter. Got married at 24 nd broke up at 29. Remarried and happy now, with 2 beautiful daughters, one 4 months and the 2 years. Was very successful in my career, made to senior executive level by 34 and was making great money. Lost my last corporate office job due to politics and decided that was enough of corporate life for me, it hurt too much after i lost my dream job. These days happy running my own landscaping and garden maintenance business. Plenty of living left to do in this life though !

Well...Born in Harare,Zimbabwe - July 17 1985.Moved to Botswana when I was 3.Started school when I was 4.5(they get you young there),and had a fabulous childhood.My parents ran teh SOS Children's Village there, so I had like, 140 kids to play with on a daily basis.And I was mates with pretty much all of them.Left Botswana in 1994,and moved to NIgel.To describe this town is very difficult.But here goes: if the world ever needed an enema, it would definitely pass through Nigel.And I got laughed at because I wore shoes to school.THAT kind of town.Only stayed there 5 months,because my dad had bought a plot across the road from my uncle, who is even more difficult than my dad(who's very hard to live with), and they fought, and we left.again. This time we ended up in a postcard town called Swellendam.It was beautiful.But very hard to live there,as we were one of maybe 2 or 3 English speaking families in the city.And we couldnt speak Afrikaans.Well, I learnt very fast, and now I am fluent.Out of necessity and nothing else. We only stayed there for 7 months, because it was just too much for me to have the crap beaten out of me every day just for speaking English.So we moved to Cape Town.Lasted there for a whole 3 years! It was great fun, and I made lifelong friends there. From there, after I had finished primary school, we moved to Johannesburg.My mom was so depressed,and wanted nothing better than to move back to CT,but my dad would have none of that,so we just learnt to live here.Now, aside from the crime, there is nowhere in the world I could imagine being happier.I did my 5 years of high school at a girls school - dont groan, I spent more time at the boys school than anywhere else.It hasnt always been easy to live like this,but it's the only way I know, and I think I've turned out pretty damn stable when I could have been a raving lunatic. My dad is 69, has 5 kids from a previous marriage, and is suffering from emphysema. My mom turned 50 this year, and is still battling along. She is my best friend.We worked together for 2.5 years at a transport company,but things started falling apart last year when we were held at gunpoint in our office,a nd beaten up and such.Not cool.Then at the end of last year we were retrenched (part of the reason was because we didnt fight hard enough with those b*stards with the guns for the money they took). We both hit severe depression, but managed to pull ourselves out of it.The fact taht it was an unlawful retrenchment helped tho...we demanded a decent payout, and I walked away with about 30 times more than I would have had it been lawful.YES, we milked it.So we took our packages and put them into a ladies boutique, which failed miserably,and has since closed.My mom got a job in April, I got one in September,a nd things are looking up again (*I whisper when I say that,because I dont want some vindictive god/dess with a warped sense of humour to hear and lay some more on me*) And between now and Xmas, we are moving house again. This time it's in the same city, which is a good thing. It will be house no 21 in as many years. So it's been a very bumpy adventure, but it's made me who I am today, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Except I'd like to be skinnier. :P

born in 1982 really early so was in hospital a while, got a brother i n 1984. life was good until i started secondary school. started rebelling against parents in teenage years. met my bf at 15 still together now my mum died few yrs back moved out at 17 went back at 20 moved back out at 24 battled with depression/anxiety thats all really

Born a first child Exist Waiting to die (not too soon I hope) I need time to write my fabulous story but my typing needs to improve a lot first.

Born August 14, 1992, to a mild-mannered family in mild-mannered Missola, Montana while my parents were attending college. Later we moved to the Upper Penninsula of Michigan where we have been living for the last decade and where we have acheived a simaily mild-mannered existance. In the September of 2001, I began attending Catholic middle school where I became a good student. I then moved onto high school and here I am.

I lived. I died. Then for some strange reason I'm alive again.

I may be one of the youngest people on answerbag that actually takes it seriousley. I was born at 10:13 PM in Pittsburgh, Pennsyvania on May 6th, 1993 (May 6th= Sigmund Freud's birthday as well :D) I attended Catholic School until the grade of 2, at which time tuition became too much for my happily married parents to handle-- after all, my brother had just graduated from 8th grade, and my other two older brothers needed tuition payed as well. From there, I attended Westwood Elementary School. There I met up with a friend I had met several years before at a park. I refused to hang out with her at lunch because of her "boyfriend" (how seriouse can 3rd graders get...) so I instead played with my cousin and also refused to talk to my now best friend. I graduated elementary school with good grades. Over the summer I got my tonsils and adnoids removed. Now we move in to the extremley stupid years of my life. 6th grade was stupid. I had a horrible case of homophobia, started being what I called at the time "goth" and as a result looked like a little boy-girl. I was also convinced I loved this completley stupid guy- who I now hate, and ignored the guy I love now. That year I also became official best friends with my best friend now. In any case. The year ended. In a big way. With my eldest brother being shot SEVERAL times randomly for littereally NO reason at all. That made my sumer emotinally painful and insane. Luckily though he survived. I just lost all sense of security in my life. That summer was annoying. I want to bible camp with my best friend, and suffered greatley-- that might have been because it wasn't my religion though, or because they were just WAY too uptight there. 7th grade. I fell in love. But I hated myself too. Enough to cut, and act like the typical self pitying "emo" that I was, writing dark poetry and talking about how I wanted to kill myself. The guy I love, loved me too, but we were both too shy and things happened, so I never got to be with him. I still love him though. Over the summer I got to thinking about how it was stupid I was feeling sorry for myself. Thus I decided to change. I am now in 8th grade. I dress brighter, am trying to bring up my grades, and am a MUCH happier person. I have also been losing weight since last December (I am currently at 140 from nearly 200 pounds). The only unfortunate thing is that I was diagnosed with Severe dismophia. I'm working on that. But I still believe I am the fattest and ugliest thing to hit the face of the earth. In October, my grandfather died. So that was depressing. Latley I've been getting depressed because I haven't got a real outlet to talk to someone about anything thats on my mind and people keep comming to me with their petty 8th grade issues. I love giving advice. Really I do. But sometimes I need a break. I am slowly getting better from my dismorphia (or at least trying) and I have a therapist. This is all the dark side of me. Other than that I'm loud, bubbly, energetic and have a wide aray of interests. So thats my life (in a nutshell). I also love giving answers on this site, and learning new things from it. CONT. In 8th grade i developed an eating disorder i am now in 10th grade, and weigh 115 lbs. i have a boyfriend, bad grades, and enjoy research, cryptozoology, philosophy, and physics, and I am ashamed that I have been overcome with something as pathetic as an anorexia/bulimia. i think a lot, love space, and broad thinking. im really open minded, and don't believe or disbelieve in anything. i think i liked myself better in the past.

Born in England in 1948, emigrated to Australia before my first birthday. Always lived on farms or stations, where my dad was a labourer and my mum a cook. I love the country! Was mercilessly bullied through primary school, have two sisters now aged 53 and 48, struggled through high school and left aged 16; First job was milking cows and doing farm work for the equivalent of $7/week. Then went to Melbourne and worked as a housemaid for two years while I attended night school in the hopes of being a Commercial Artist; Dad broke his leg and I was ordered home to do his job while he recovered (no Workers Comp in those days!). Worked at the local General Store & Telephone Exchange until I got pregnant and married aged 19. Lived on a dairy farm and had three sons, now all in their late 30's. Went to work in a frozen food factory. Twelve years of domestic misery and I took the kids and left, renting a house in a small neighbouring town. Eighteen months later I remarried, and we celebrated our 25th Anniversary last October. I'd been at the factory for 14 years when it closed down, spending the last two years in the office. I went to work for the Gas & Fuel Corporation in Dandenong for two years, then eight years with a scaffolding company in Dandenong. Then I opened a Gift Shop in my home town, which eventually failed after 6 years. Since then I work as a shop assistant in a couple of local food shops and also three days a week in the office for a Real Estate Agent. I am very involved in community affairs, have four grandchildren, was awarded an Australian Centenary Medal in 2001,and think I have turned out alright! My great loves in life are my grandchildren and my horses (if only I could stop falling off!). I went blind in one eye as a result of a horseriding accident when I was 10, had a radical excision for melanoma when in my 40's, and am diabetic (only just!) so the trip hasn't been too dramatic healthwise. It hasn't been all fun and games, but there's a hell of a lot of people out there much worse off than I am.

I was born on July 17th 1986. My perants names are Nancy and Ted Aiken. I was raised in Washougal, WA, Elby, WA, Mossyrock, WA, Olympa, WA and then finally Vancouver, WA where I live now. I was molested at the age of 6 or so by Molly and Jed Bagioni in Washougal and when I was 9, I was errested for molesting my sis Mishelle. (We are freinds again.) I was put in a mental hospital foe evals and then I was put into The Olympia House-a groups home where I met some cool people. After getting switched from one foster home to the next-I finally lived until the age of 20 at Bob Hoffereber's house. I graduated from Skyview HS and am now living on my own. God has saved me I think because many times I tried to kill myself and I failed, so I am wondering what kind of adventiure my life will be for now...

THE COOLEST LIFE EVER YALL! JK

The story of Icarus.

Veni, Vidi, Vici.

I was a posthumous child. My father’s eyes had closed upon the light of this world six months, when mine opened on it...oh wait, no that's David Copperfield.

What you are seeking is no longer here.

i would be typing for weeks.

i would be typing for weeks.

Born to my parents in Winter 1966, my brother followed in 1968. My Mother left us asleep in our cribs whilst my Dad was working nights and never returned, I was 2 at the time and my bro was just a baby, she left us for an ex boyfriend. My Dad struggled to cope looking after us and holding down a job so we were shipped off to Ireland to stay with family. As I was missing my Mum, I gave them all a hard time and was promptly shipped back to England to stay with various relatives, also giving them a hard time as by now I was missing my Mum, my Dad, and my brother. My Mum came back on the scene when I was about 5, and she won custody of me, but not my bro, who was and still is to this day living in Ireland, but her boyfriend didn,t much like kids so I stayed with my Mums mum, (I would refer to her as Nanna, but it wouldn,t be a deserved title for her) I gave her hell, basically because she gave me hell in the first place, so by the time I was 8 I was shipped off to Scotland to live with my Dad, which made me really happy until i realised I had been landed with the wicked-step-mother-from-hell, so I continued to move around from one family member to another, and finally settling with my Dads Mum, who I love dearly. She and my Grandad ran a pub/restaurant but still managed to bring me up the best they could. I left home at 16, got my own place and had 3 jobs and a whale of a time, until I fell pregnant, got married at 18, and by 21 I had 2 kids, a mortagage up to the hilt, half of a business, a husband with a roaming eye and one god almighty headache. So, after 7 years of un-wedded bliss I got divorced, never got a penny from the sale of the house or the business, but I had my health and my kids and I have never looked back since!

I was born on the Isle of Man (uk) where I still live today. i had a happy childhood until i was 14.. i was sexually assaulted - but it may me learn a lot about myself.. i had started drinking and experimenting with drugs.. i realised how stupid i was being so brought focus back to my studies. i had a couple of bf's after that.. then when i was 16 i met mj who was 22. i finished high school, got a job administering companies, moved out of home and lived with mj. At 17 i got engaged, at 19 i bought my 1st property, had some promotions andgot married. Now I am 20 and have a successful career, lovely home and fantastic husband.. and i want to say thankyou to the man who attacked me.. for making me address my issues and the counsellor who helped me work out what i want from this life and told me i could do it.. its been a busy first 20 yrs!

Bit like Soloman Grundy Born on a monday etc

im so lazy, ill make this as short as i can born premature w/ a (fraternal) twin brother we were bad babies got in trouble everywhere my mom had another kid i liked him i fed him blah blah blah went to school made some OK friends went to new school they didnt like me there went to middle school was a little better had a "best friend" she turned out to be a backstabbing B**** oh well got a bf he dumped me :'( oh well have better friends and a prospective bf

I think that Brian's story is amazing so am not sure if mine will be as great but here goes: I was born in Sweden and grew up in Britain and in 1974 when I was one year's old, my dad had left my mother and because he was babysitting me whilst drunk and nearly set me and the cot on fire. I never knew who my dad was and then along came my step-father. He began abusing me and my brother right from the beginning physically and sexually. My mother was always throwing hot irons at my brother for spray painting cars in response to what was going on at home and she was a violent mother too. I used to play a lot by myself and wandered around empty parks and would attract the attention of an old lady who'd give me food I was always hungry!. Then one day when I was three and half years old, my mom had my sister I had no idea she was coming into the world. She was my step-father's natural child and so was loved so much and me and my brother had to keep away from her. My step father began to make bruises on my legs from the abuse and social services came to sort it out. I was taken away to live in a home with other children and found it really hard to fit in. My mother didn't seem sad that I had gone and I just had to get on with it. I was happy to be going away from my family and because of what they were doing to me and I was very unhappy as any child in that situation would be. I lived at a foster home for that year until I was just over the age of four and was being sexually abused there too by the male forster parent who was suppossed to be a trusting carer. I only ever saw my mom once whilst she was on a visit but she was holding my sister and didn't seem interested or hapy to want to be there and so it was a sad experience for me. I came home when I was four and a half and don't remember whether my brother was there or not, but he seemed to be absent all of the time. My step father began to abuse me all over again and sexually too. He was violent and used to beat my mother all of the time and was a well known boxing champ and feared by everyone in the village. He used to hurt my brother badly too and did the same to him as he did to me but everyone either liked him or feared him. I had no one I could tell about what was happening to me and because my mother was too afraid, I just kept quiet about it all in case he did something very awful to me and my family. When I was six years old, I could not read or write and because of the traumatization of what I had gone through and the constant fear of my home life. I was sent to a special needs school at eight years of age because I could not focus upon my schooling. I was bullied by other kids for being quiet and reserved and often called a spastic. I was almost fifteen when I told my mother who already knew and then was taken away into foster care. I hated foster care and could not adapt to my new life and so became rebellious and began running away and bunking off school. I still saw my mom but she was still with my step father and so each time I saw her it got harder for me to want to when all she would do was talk about him. I went off the rails at 18 and took a large overdose of pills and nearly died but survived. I began my education in my twenties and could read and write by the time I was 21 and did some qualifications in english and maths I struggled with but got through it all. I met my first boyfriend when I was 21 and he was gay but he and I fell in love and got together. We travelled and I lived in Canada for three months visiting his parents which was an amazing experience. We lived in Scotland and all over Britain in the five years we were together. We split up after five years because he wanted to travel more and I wanted to focus upon my studies conscious that I still had a lot to do. I did an undergraduate diploma in Social work studies but only completed one year due to a guy I met who took me away and abused my trust in him. I was left abandoned in the middle of nowhere in the country by him and we were living in a tent for six months before that. I then moved back to Coventry where I once lived and got myself back up on my feet and got a job as a care worker for people with learning behaviours. I also began counselling to finally talk about and deal with my childhood past that had been such a painful experience and what had contributed to the decisions I had made in my young adult life. I have had therapy on and off for ten years. I then met my third boyfriend who was homeless and who I took in and looked after. He turned out to be bisexual and confused about what he wanted and kept taking money from me. He and I went to University together in Wales and he began to ruin my education with his behaviour of stalking me after we split up and made my time very hard and so I felt forced to leave my course and University. I had completed two years of a history degree. I then met david, my fourth partner who was a lot older than me and who was a very enigmatic man with so many interests. I quickly warmed to him and he took me in and soon, became his lover. He began beating me and controlling me and I ended up in a woman's refuge after a year of being with him. I then came to Surrey just over two years ago now and have been single ever since David and have worked but am keen to complete my degree so that I can become something. I am 33 and have done a lot for my age and have given up smoking for the first time in ten years four weeks ago. I want to have the quality of life I deserve now and would like to be married and have children too, but not sure if that will happen as I am stil a long way trusting men after my experiences. I would ideally like to be a graphic designer or book illustrator and writer, not sure if I can make it there, but will try my best as I am full of courage, but I am a survivor and very proud of that.

My life story (The condensed version) Birth......lot's of stuff.......now!

When I was little I tried to help a little boy who had fallen up and he threw sand in my eyes. My life story. XD

A-Hem (please excuse any typos or run-on sentences during this) I was born Jan. 28, 1983, to a woman who was in no way ready to be a mother, and addicted to speed. During the first six months of my life, the sperm donor who helped create me wished my death. and the woman who gave birth to me, overdosed on drugs and stayed in a bath tub for days on end while who knows who was "taking cae" of her infant daughter. After those six months of my life i was handed over to her parents, who ran around taking me to doctors and stayed up nightly with me, watching me and hoping they could somehow undo the damage that had been caused by the gross neglect i was put through. i moved around a lot until the time came for me to go to school. I stayed in one home living with my grandparents and did well, until the third grade, when my grandfather (who i will now refer to as DAD) lost his job and we had to move into a seedy motel. My parents did the best they could keepingm e in the same school, but that only made it easy for the kids to make fun of me for the fact i lived in a motel. it sucks to go to elementry school daily where the kids refer to you as a horriable name i wont put here. (out of fear it would be used again) once i hit forth grade things got better on the home front. We moved into a house and i flourished. I had friends and did well in school, tried out for cheerleading but didnt make it and i played with the school band. Went to dances the whole bit. high school hit and i became the typical rebelious teenager, cutting class and i let my grades slip. I caused a bit o' trouble and my mom transfered me to independent studies. my popularity with my peer group fell quite a bit as i sorta embraced being somewhat of an outcast. The entire time i was in high school i had ONE boyfriend,we were SO IN LOVe and planned to marry once we were both 18. And once i hit 18 we realized we were simply not ment to be, and we parted ways in a typical dramatic teenage fashion. Shortly after i turned 18 i moved in with my next boyfriend, i has a wickedly independent striek and wanted out of my parents home ASAP.So much so that without a word i packed up my things and moved out, my mom came in my room one day and seen the boxes and made a comment "what are you doing, moving?" i replied yes and that was that. i attended vocational school and graduated with honors, i then immediately got a job working for a dentist and did quite well, well enough in fact to get an apartment of my own nicer than where my boyfriend and i were living before. also well enough that once my boyfriend quit his job and wanted to stick me with the bills i kicked him to the curb. That however did not go so well, because i ended up loosing that job and was forced to move back in with my parents. shortly there after i moved around a lot, i found that once you move out on your own going back to mommy and daddy's really is stifiling. I lived with friends and slept in the car quite often, being too prideful to ask my parents for help, there was a period of time when i met a "gypsy" woman and got caught up in what i now realize was basicly a cult, i did work for her in her store and lived upstairs in a loft type room, all for free. i had a couple relationships but nothing too serious until i met this guy, Eddie, and shortly after meeting him he broke up with his then girlfriend and broke the news to me that he was moving BACK to Costa Rica. He made the offer for me to come out there if i wanted. Much to his suprise about a month after he left i came out there...with the intention of making a life with him. I stayed for one stint of three months straight and then came back to the US for one month before returning for what i planned on being forever, needless to say i found his intentions not to be the same and had to once again move back in with my parents. During my extended say in another country i got mixed into the drug scene there, which is primay cocaine. i lost a trememdous amount of weight and my health was in BAD shape upon my return. a few months after comming back to the US i began talking to my long lost best friend in the world, and we rekindled a slight romance we had started once before, and that led me to considering marriange with him,a few months later, but then i got preganant with HIS child and his true colors gleamed through VERY brightly, and i am , once again, living with my parents. my life is actually getting better daily at this point and i am thankful for all i have been through because it has made me the person i am today...and i am starting to actually like myself. i left a LOT out, but you get the idea....the clif notes version of my life i guess you could say.

born school school fun fun school problems more school for a few more yrs so far.... a lil fun school problems problems problems school.... annnnnnnnndddd still going that way

Short - i may be amazing, but i'm only sixteen

it's too early to pen it.my life story gets started while i am 'on my way'. it would be written or told by my grandsons.

Born in houston Texas. Up until age 5 my life was a "fairytale" as my mother put it. After that my brother was born and my parents divocred by the time he was 3. At age 12 i was taken from my mother for medicine neglect and truancy. Lived with father (still do for now) Got sexually abused age 16 by grandfather and then i got sent ot the hospital 2 times for a breakdown. 3 months later met my now fiance that got me knocked up. January 2007 i misscarried. Now im better than ever and waiting to enlist once i get my diploma from one extra semester after this senior year.

if i told you my life story you'd die - its soooooo long - not boring but long and tragic in most places - im only 15 - if i told you when i was 40 then it would fill the same amount of pages on this whole website!!!

Born in a small hospital premature my twin died. but doing great. I had a sister a year younger than me but she pasted away.got home grew up. age 5 met my two best friendds ever Zoe and Zack never been closer. around age 7 i fell in a fire burned my hand pretty bad and some of my hair but no problems life goes on....school started a private school small 12 people Zack my best friend and Zoe my other made it through with bumps along the way like having to cut all my long hair off because a girl stuck silly putty in it.but life goes on.7 years old appered on double dare 2000 best moment i've ever felt.i didn't want life to go on. 8 years old i bashed my head open playing tag in my socks running through a kitchen. but life goes on. 10 years old new house missed the old one but its only 5 min. away they said. i prayed hard and hard everyday for years and finally a little mistake answered it i got a brother. sleepless nights but life went on. 11 years old enrolled in a public school for the first time. first day of 5th grade started mistaken for a boy. 6th grade one of the hardest but best years ever.i cracked my wrist on at the mall. Me and Zoe were raped i covered it up for a long while but finally broke down to my teacher. everything turned out ok. middle school here i come. scary to big "i'm lost pleas help me!" made it thought life went on. 8th grade great times never better. closer friends. was awarded person who read the most books. hehe chess club rocked! heading on to highschool never saw what would hit me next many problems many nights of sorrow. HIGHSCHOOL! so excited yet so scared halls swarmed with people lost frightened bu life went on. months later my life changed forever. i almost got kidnapped, had my uncle and dad killed and somebody i loved almost killed themselfs because of me. as hard as it was surprisenly life did go on. got accepted to go to college my junior and senior year for a freshman thats pretty sweet. Got glasses to fix my eye that was deformed not physically but on the inside. adn just got braces back on. Zack and I are going out.now sitting here writting this i've proven to myself life can go on. and between Zack Zoe and me we are the three strongest people i know!

Can't believe people actually got down and dirty on this one, quit walking in your footsteps, go forward not backwards.

My Abbreviated Life History In my early childhood, I was nothing like I am now. I was very outgoing to the point that I would greet random people who I’d never met before. I had a myriad of friends. I was even arrogant and self-centered at that age like I am now. I remember always thinking I was special because I had shiny orange hair. I, like all other kids my age, lived in my own personal world where the only thing that mattered was me. It may have even been the best time in my life. As I grew older, I started to gain a sense of self-realization. By eight, I had become very self conscious of myself. By ten, I had started to get shy around people I didn’t know. These traits were hammered into my personality when my parents made me change schools. The school I had been going to was a Christian school that was primarily made up of Protestants like Baptists, Methodists, and Evangelicals even though I was a Catholic. I would later learn that my parents didn’t want me to be indoctrinated by the fundamentalist staff, but at that age I didn’t care. All I knew was I wasn’t going to have any friends anymore. I was sent to a Catholic school for the next four years. I hated it the whole time. Most of the kids were from well-to-do or wealthy families and thus didn’t run in my circles. This was the time I began to become a recluse. Not much happened in these years, but there are two incidents of interest that have helped to shape my outlook on life. The first big thing that happened sprang from my desire for money. I found that I never had enough money to do anything I wanted. I was only in sixth grade, but I still had my own interests. So, I decided to pull a Cathy Ames and exploit the male sex drive. No, I didn’t sell myself; I sold internet porn. I would wake up early and go to our computer and print out loads of free porn. Then I would take it to school and sell it to boys for a reasonable price. It was a good business, since I had no expenses. This went on for about two weeks before someone ratted me out. I had to talk to a priest (go figure) and I was suspended for two days. I was very surprised I wasn’t expelled, because this kind of behavior was very unbecoming of a young Catholic lady and I knew it. The second big thing happened a year later. I was bored out of my mind in school, so I decided to have some fun. I saw a poster that said “Sarah and Alexis rock!” I didn’t know these girls, but I scratched out “rock!” and inserted “suck donkey balls!” It was only a few minutes later that I was turned in by a little kid and detained. I truly though I was going to be expelled this time, because the school had a Grand Inquisition that all the teachers attended. Apart from a few very angry teachers who I had always suspected didn’t like me, everyone said I was always very good and didn’t think they should be having a meeting at all. I escaped with only a week suspension. From that point on, my existence at that school was miserable. They were always trying to accuse me of something. I was accused of stealing thirty dollars from the cash box at lunch, and thus not allowed to buy lunch anymore. I was also accused of trying to stab a young kid in the eye with a pencil. I was indicted out of nowhere. I had never even done anything remotely like that. But somehow they got a parent to come yell at me. I wanted to hear this from the kid in question, but that wasn’t happening. When I got out of that school, I felt like nothing could ever be worse…. In my first high school year, I was friendless again, since my only two friends had gone to other schools. By now, I had developed a refined cynicism that I used to shield myself from the world. Because of this, I became even more self-centered and self-aware. I knew my personality exactly and I didn’t want to change it, despite its flaws. I was and am so self-centered that I didn’t need anyone else. I relied on myself and myself only because I was convinced that everyone else was below me. I focused on getting good grades in school so that I could have a better life in the future. This would all come crashing down on me come March. I was forcing myself to be perfect in everything I did. That’s just how I am. But I can’t handle all that stress, which is something I learned very well in March of 2004. I had maintained a GPA that was above 4.0 for nearly three terms. But, thanks to my insomnia and sleep apnea, I was beginning to reach the end of my rope. Somewhere in early March, I lost control and experienced a nervous breakdown. That whole month was characterized by paranoia and general insanity. I began have dreams that mimicked my somewhat repetitive life. I would go to school, then come home, do stuff for three hours, then try to fall asleep. These dreams would seem to last several days, but when I would wake up for real, I would find that it was actually two days earlier than I thought. This made me unsure if anything that I saw was actually real. Was I dreaming those last few days, or am I dreaming now? Well, I began to skip school without really knowing what I was doing, and whenever I was in school I didn’t do anything. This lasted for a month until I tried to kill a classmate for some reason I can’t even recall. This jerked me out of my psychosis real quick. After that month was over, I started smoking to relieve my stress. I smoked for a week before I realized the fear of my parents finding out was greater than any stress I had before. I wanted to quit, but I was afraid the withdrawal would send me into another nervous breakdown. Thus, I smoked for about another month before I was able to quit without any real incident. It is now two years later, and nothing much has happened since then. I still feel the affects of my nervous breakdown, but I can control myself and I have full grasp on reality. I regulate my stress by giving myself time to do thing I want to do. As a result, my grade stays around a 3.2 GPA, which isn’t what it should be, but I can cope with it. Despite my relatively dismal history, I try to maintain a positive outlook on life. I’m still a recluse, I still have no friends to speak of, and I’m still a perfectionist. The last ten years of my life have really shaped me into a mess and many people don’t approve of my lifestyle. It’s hard to believe that I was once an outgoing and bouncy little girl. I think my life can be compared to a river. I spend my entire life following the path of least resistance. I think everyone does that to an extent. I’ll admit that most people don’t insert John Steinbeck references into autobiographical narratives, though.

I can't tell you my life story yet because its not over yet, but I will make a point to come back and tell you all about it.

My mother was a sad woman that felt that her story could only be told by a man. She fell in love with my father, who left before I took my first breath in her miserable world. She dressed me in beautiful dresses and gave me a happy name and loved me with more passion than I have ever known her to have in all my life as her daughter. Then, it changed. As I grew and developed characteristics of my own and my thinking did not line up with her own, she turned on me. I became the wretched reminder of everything that was wrong with her. My act of living was the reason my father left. My little ways of approaching my environment were slaps in her face that told her she was a bad mother. She was poor and lonely and I was bringing her down. She married a man that loved me more than her and made that very clear. I was his princess and he loved being my daddy. My mother used this against him every time he would try to leave. She once tossed me on the hood of his car as he was speeding out of the driveway. He did get away when I was 8 after giving my mother a son. That was the day she told me he wasn’t my real Daddy so I didn’t need to be sad he was gone. My mother loved her little boy and cherished every moment with him. At the age of 15, I told my mom I felt like her old luggage. I felt that I used to be so new and I was beautiful and she took me out all of the time. Then one day she got new luggage with many more pockets. I was put into the closet as she remembered the fun we had, but it was really much better with her new bags. He was a legitimate child and he was her baby. I got involved in drugs and wasn’t doing very well in school, despite having tested at a 148 IQ. When I became pregnant at 16, I was sent away and no longer welcome in her home. I came back briefly after high school, but was on my way again within months. I settled in with the baby’s father, who beat me for a year. When I left, my mother had my child taken away, claiming that I was unstable. She got custody for a year and a half. I lived in my car until I luckily found another abusive man to take me in. I got pregnant again and after he fractured my rib when I was 7 months pregnant, I vowed to get out as soon as possible. I got an apartment and my little girl back and I thought things would be okay. I met a great man and we were to be married and I was happy. Then, one day I came home and he had moved out (after 2 years) and I never saw him again. I moved in with my best friend, went back to college, and met my husband. I wanted to get married right away as I was terrified of losing another man (what would we do without the little gifts from our parents?) and got pregnant right away. Nobody thought we would make it. We are here 4 years later and trying for a fourth child. I will be okay and each chapter of my life has brought me here and I will never look back, although I might take a photo album out once in a while. LOL

16 clumsy and shy - thats the story of my life

I think I hear enough of these just working at a hotel.

Pretty simply: 'Prozac Nation' by: Elizabeth Wurtzel. Great read. I can't possibly put into words how much this book is me. The only thing I don't relate to, is the drug and alcohol abuse from Elizabeth's part. Everything else; every sentiment, every feeling, every word...how she talks, how she acts, her humor (dry/sarcasm)...Just everything. The family issues, the personal issues, the therapy she's had ("If you're going to suggest therapy, don't; I'm living proof it doesn't work." -From the movie 'Prozac Nation'). Just everything. I wish there were words to make you feel how much it is a biography written about me. Elizabeth just doesn't know it... Haha.

My life.. Well I was born and then my mom was an achlocholic and my dad was an abusive father to her. She would always go out and get drunk and then come home and I'd watch her get beat. Hating myself to death because i wasn't old or big enough to stand up to him. On my tenth birthday i came home from school to my father crying and my mom shaking her head and saying they were getting a divorce. After that I had moved in and out of homes with her and her new b/f and me staying far away from my dad. when i turned 16 I finnaly decided to call my dad and see how he was and decided to give him a second chance. After about 4 months or so i moved out with a g/f and started fooling around and missing school and got into the drugs. when i turned 18 I had moved back into my mom's and started dealing them. I started getting myself into trouble with all sorts of stuff. Now that i'm 19 about two weeks ago i had got into a diff kind of fight with my dad it was more like a fist fight. I had broke two of his ribs and busted his jaw. I have been in and out of jail for about the last year. I have decided that now is the time for me to get my ass in gear and get out. So i'm working on graduating and moving out. It's been hard for me because I have had to make all new friends just so i can stay out of trouble so I wouldn't get the temptation's. I'm not blaming any of my troubles on anyone else but myself. Its been really hard to stop my self from doing the things I once did for about the last year and I'm doing ok I guess. I have a girlfriend now that I love with all my heart and hope that we work out for the rest of our life. Everyone thinks it's easy to just stop doing what I have done well I don't think it is and if it is plz someone tell me. I'm not what everyone thinks I am and that would be a low life criminal. Im just like everyone else. but yeah.. i guess this is my life story.

I was born. I grew up. I was frustated some of the time and happy at others. This continues. I'll come back and update this when I know more.

I was born January 1, 1989 on a snowy day and the supper bowl was going on. I'm an only child. I had a dog named Buffy until I was 4 years old. I would sit on her, hug her and she wasn't agressive towards me when I was really young. I lived with my mom and dad. I still do. I was born in Michigan and I still live in Michigan to this day. Now, I'm 18 years old and I'm about to graduate high school in 2 months. I'm going to community college to start off two years.

My parents are divorced... my brother is a stupid hormonal teen... I'm trapped in a world of stupidity... yeah... pretty much the same as most people's

It hasn't ended yet.

I like to think that the good parts are yet to come.

my name is ashley im 13 and was bvoen in october. between the ages of 2-5 i was sexualy mulested and physcally abused by my dad. he would lock me in the basement and not feed me for several days. accasually he would come in and "play a game" with me. from the ages 3-5 i didnt see the outside at all. no one realized that i existed. my mom did meth and is doing okay now but, she didnt care back then, no one did. my dad got tierd of me (i guess) and took me to to texas on dec. 19 (when i was 5) ( i was from alabama, and still live there) i stayed alone for 8 and a half days. (got food out of the garbage) a lady named mary hugely picked me up out of texas and washed me and cleaned me then took me to the police. i was the taken to the backlife homeless shelter. then my mom found me some how and took me to her new house and i am still there.who ever is reading this is the only people who know about my dad and mom. my cousin knows the details. that is my story i wish that it would of changed sooner. if you want the details then message me and ill be glad to tell you

my name is ashley im 13 and was bvoen in october. between the ages of 2-5 i was sexualy mulested and physcally abused by my dad. he would lock me in the basement and not feed me for several days. accasually he would come in and "play a game" with me. from the ages 3-5 i didnt see the outside at all. no one realized that i existed. my mom did meth and is doing okay now but, she didnt care back then, no one did. my dad got tierd of me (i guess) and took me to to texas on dec. 19 (when i was 5) ( i was from alabama, and still live there) i stayed alone for 8 and a half days. (got food out of the garbage) a lady named mary hugely picked me up out of texas and washed me and cleaned me then took me to the police. i was the taken to the backlife homeless shelter. then my mom found me some how and took me to her new house and i am still there.who ever is reading this is the only people who know about my dad and mom. my cousin knows the details. that is my story i wish that it would of changed sooner. if you want the details then message me and ill be glad to tell you

It is still being written but I already have a title for it - Fragile Handle With Care.

First I was born...then some other stuff...bla bla bla..........then some other stuff....more stuff happenned...............bla bla bla....bla bla bla.....and now I'm writing an answer to you on answerbag:)

I was born in Jan. I am the only child. My father was an auto mechanic, and my mother worked at their business. We lived in the apartment that was attached to the side of the building. I don't remember much about this time, as I was just born and we only lived there for a short period of time. Then they moved to an apartment down by the river, and my mom's best friend came to live with us. She started sleeping with my father and that helped to lead to their divorce when I was 2. After he left my mom and I with no car and no way to get to her job (GTE) 20 minutes away, she hitched rides from the family and saved up money to buy a car. After everything started to go back to normal, my mother met my now step-dad. He's basically a good man, but a raging alcoholic. I started to talk and see my dad again when I was 6 and saw him until I was 11, then he moved out of state and I never saw or heard from him again. I wish I knew more about him, but even if I saw him walking on the street I wouldn't have a clue. We moved from our apartment, to my step-dad's house when I was 7. I went to 3 elementary schools, due to the moving. I never really was the one to make many friends. After my last elementary school, I went to the local middle school for 6th and half of 7th grades. That I think was one of the better times in my life. Then it all fell apart. They separated for a short period of time and my mom and I moved to Clearwater. I began my half of 7th grade, met the wrong people and started ditching school and smoking cigarettes. My 8th grade year I started doing other things and got into alcohol myself but didn't really find it amusing. I met my best friend when I was in 8th grade, and we are still friends. Then there was the worst experience of my life......High school. That's when I started having problems at home with my parents, who were constantly screaming at eachother and me. I was held up against a wall by my throat among other things. I met a guy, we were together for a while and he started with the abuse. I stayed even though it was happening, and finally got away only to go back to avoid another similar yet worse relationship. I finally left them both for what I call the parasite. He sucked the life force right out of me. By the time 10th grade came along I was in a steady relationship with a great guy. Then one day after school a guy I knew from the apartmetn across the street came over and kicked my door in and tried to rape me in my kitchen. I almost stabbed him, but he ran. I never said anything to anyone, and I guess out of fear I would tell he left me alone. I was 15 and I had been in that situation 3 times already and wasn't really liking Clearwater. It was big and scarry to me. By 16 I had, had a few jobs under my belt, a car and some okay friends. I met the father of my son in 8th grade and by my senior year I was pregnant with my son. I ended up leaving school (I was threatened on a daily basis) and got my GED. I am now going to the local community college for psychology, and nursing. My son's father and I split almost 2 years ago, due to his constant drug problems, and haven't had contact for a while. I had my son's name legally changed to my last name, and I'm back with the great guy I met my 10th grade year. We've been together for almost 2 years, and things only continue to get better.

Got born. Child. Teenager. Death.

I was born Then went to college And here we are

Very very SAD

Very very SAD

I was born in 1986 after my parents had been married for three years. They split up in 1993-- rather, my mother just left without telling my father anything was wrong. I got caught in the middle of a nasty divorce that took me well into my late teens to get over. I moved around with my mom a lot, though we stayed in the same city. Middle school sucked for me-- I was a loner and looked weird and was constantly picked on. I was very depressed until I was about 15 and then I met some girls who really saved my life. My dad remarried for about 7 years and got divorced and is now married again. My mom got remarried to a real sleazeball and divorced him after 2 years. I met my fiance when I was 16 and have been with him ever since. I graduated #8 in my high school, got accepted to every college I applied to. I spent two years at one school and then transferred to be with my fiance while he works on his PhD. I am going to graduate on time next spring and start my MA at the same school. We're getting married in '09. And I have two dogs. They are my girls, so I felt like I should throw them in somewhere.

Got born. Did loads of stuff, some good, some bad. Not dead yet. More to follow........

Dull and miserable when I'm not in a horrible part I'm board as hell. Sucks either way.

think of what i should of done but didnt

Both my parents grew up poor, my father did meth before the marriage. My father loved music, my mom loved books. My father was a cheat, he never payed the bills. My mom was an honest woman, and therefore took my two brothers, my sister and I and divorced him. I grew up on the coast of california and washington, then moved to Idaho where I started to develop a love for music, nursing it with the help of my friends and teachers. My friends would encourage me and my teachers would lend me instruments. If my father thought I cared about the instrument enough, he'd buy me one online. I am 13 now, and I play at least 15 instruments, all well. I plan to start a band and earn big bucks, or become a writer and earn big bucks, a backup for me is using my artistic skill in drafting, to do album designs for huge bands. Thanks for asking, I needed to get it all out.

well. was born, went to school & graduated. Went to college, graduated, am working in my field. Got married in 97, have 3 kids. There it is in a nutshell. lol

My dad, a caucasian navy officer, stationed in the Phillipine islands, met my mom at the bar she worked at. They had a son while she had 2 young daughters from previous men. They got married...he was to be stationed again in California so they all moved there...they had 2 more daughters moved to a couple of naval bases before he retired after 20 years of service. He started to get lazy work wise and ended up being in poverty...fridge always empty alot. Their youngest child (me) grew up to be a chld prodigy but rebelled at being different didn't try in school..thus lived a normal life and now works a high paying job that is boring as well, lives with parents again, and wonders where in the hell did she go wrong.

I was born on April 10th, 1937 to the late Idessa Butler and Willie Butler- 96 years old. I was born at 6:35 am on April 10th. I am the seventh child born to this union. I am also the baby of this union. My mother died in 1938. She had a stroke. She was in labor (childbirth). During those day's there wasn't many doctors and if there was a doctor, he was miles away. Transportation was by wagon or car that had a crank. You know crank up the car more. Medical care was not given in time as a result my mother died. I never saw a picture of my mom. In those days the family photos were usually kept in a bible. Well the houses burned down the picture was in the bible it burned up. Although I never say my mom, I do have strong memories of her. Every chance I get, I ask people about her. They said she was a beautiful black woman, kind and loving. The night before she died she washed all of our clothes, gathered a lot of food, prayed over each child individually and instructed my father to take good care of her children and gave up the ghost, died 1938. I was named after my grandmother Mary Eubanks. My grandmother asked my dad if she could raise me and dad consented. I lived with my grandmother from 9 months 'til I was thirteen years old, because she was getting older, I was getting older where I needed more attention when I was fourteen I went to live with my father and step mother who lived in the city McComb, Mississippi. I am the first of my immediate family to finish high school. I attended Amite County grammar school for eight years. I used to walk on the dirt road through the pastures and fields for three miles each way. I never had any one to help me with my lesson, but I never failed a class. Thank God. My life with my grandmother was good, however she had her younger children there, my Uncle Charlie and Uncle Bud. She was so busy raising her kids and all the other kids and grandkids until she couldn't keep watch over us. My uncles Charlie and Bud would rape me and then tell me if you tell I am going to beat you up. So, I didn't tell. I was too afraid. I was so uncomfortable from the men you know there were grown and I was a little girl. Sometime I was too sore to play. My grandmother would say, "Honey, what's wrong?" Of course, I didn't tell her because I was afraid to tell. I was very lonely and afraid. I also had a "mean old grandfather". They were sharecroppers who farmed from March to October. They never made any clear money. After each season Mr. Son McCurrun would say, "You didn't clear any money". So we worked again, again and again no profit. My grandfather Jim Eubanks would get drunk every weekend. He was so mean to my grandmother. He would get drunk and come home and threaten to kill us. My grandmother would get all of us out of bed and we would to hide in the woods. I wasn't as afraid of him as I was the darkness and the snakes! It always amazed me that my grandmother would accept that kind of treatment. However after having my own family, I can understand that back in those days, there wasn't an alternative. We made it through each farm season. I couldn't understand either, how one could work over and over again year after year and not clear any profit. I was young, but I wasn't dumb. In those days, you dare not speak your mind, you wouldn't know if you'd get a hand slap across your mouth or a belting on your naked behind. Memories of my sisters and brothers Sometimes, I would go to visit my other sister's and brothers who lived about ten miles west of me, my one sister L.V. who is three and a half years older that me, was always jealous of me. She would fool me to come home. Honey I have a doll, some new clothes etc. When I would get a long way from my grandmother and visit my siblings they didn't have anything. My sister would fool me and when I would get there it was another trick. She played that trick over and over again. She's still playing the same old games. She's 64 years old. L.V. have always been jealous of me. She still is today. She seems to always find some way to hurt me. Once she confessed to me about her jealousy, she got pregnant at fourteen, got married at fifteen. She had six children by the time she was 20. On the other hand, I was very popular in high school and she wanted to be like me. She explained this to me and she asked me to forgive her. I did. I said to myself this is final, all over, but it was only temporary. It's worst now. In fact, she is vicious, angry, mad, mean, and it's scary. I am actually afraid to be alone with her because she has so much anger and bitterness and forgiveness. When I point out these things to her she gets violent so I had to pray forgive her and stay away from her hoping she'll come to herself before it's too late. My oldest sister Essie Lee is 71 years old. I stayed (lived) with her for two years, my sophomore through graduation. She was as nice to me as she knew how to be. She was a widow. Her husband got killed in World War II. She drank a lot, but when she was sober she was like a mother. I learned from her mistake. I promised myself that I would never drink. My oldest brother Jimmy Lee is 68 years old. He is my big brother. He and his wife have seven children. Jimmy Lee is quite a guy. He had his home build from the ground 30 years ago. We didn't think he had a dime because he always played broke, but he did. He said he would spend fifty cents and save fifty cents. That's how he was able to build a new brick home. He lives in McComb, Ms. My sister Idessa Coleman died in 1979. She had lung cancer. She was a jewel, kind, sweet. She had four children. She was one of the first people's to help integrate the schools in Mississippi. She was also one of the first blacks to work in a factory in Mississippi. Her boss liked her so much that when she died; he hired her oldest son to replace her. He's still there as a supervisor. My brother Robert (66 years old) who was married for 28 years, is responsible for me being here in Chicago. He and his wife used to buy me clothes when I was in high school. Robert is the brain in the family. He started his own business way back in 1960. He started washing big trucks and now he has a construction company called father and son. They had seven children. Their fourth child died in 1970, Pamela of sickle cell anemia, which is a family trait. Their oldest daughter Linda was a mother of three and a registered nurse died at age 37, five years ago. She had asthma. She was like a daughter. My brother Edward (62 years old) has four children. Edward just retired from Pepsi-Cola after 38 years employed. He is the manipulative and control one in the family. If you have an idea he'll take it and tell you what to pay. I used to really get upset over it, but I've learned to let him do what he wants and if I don't approve it, I won't participate. My brother Theodore is 47 years old. He was like a genius in school. He went to Vietnam. He had a nervous breakdown, now he lives in a half way house for mental disturbed people. My sister Johnnye Ruth is 45 and has two boys. We are very close. She recently moved to Atlanta, Ga., formerly of Grand Rapids, Mi. She works for General Motors. Johnny and I can talk for hours and days. We are very good friends. Velma is 50 years old and has three children. While growing up we were cousins (Smile) My dad and Velma's mother were dating shortly after my mother died. Velma's mother was my mother's niece. (Oh!) So they lied and said we were cousins. When Velma was 20 years old she was told the truth. It was difficult at first, because Velma blamed the family, my sisters and brothers. Later, we became friends, but after she met Johnnye Ruth, she went back in her own world. She won't return phone calls or anything. See Johnnye Ruth, Theodore, and Velma are from three different women my father was married to Johnnye Ruth and Theodore mothers. Memories of my Grandparents My grandmother on my mother's side of the family was Mary Eubanks. She raised me because my mother Idella Butler died when I was less than a year old. She was a good grandma. She worked very hard to care for her children and a host of other grandchildren. I can remember walking for miles with my grandmother to work. She used to go and wash clothes for the Caucasian people. Her pay was 50 cents a day. She would draw the well water, wash the clothes, rub them on a rub board, hang the clothes out on the clothesline to let them dry, then she would take them down, iron them and put them away all for 50 cents and whatever meats, flour or other commodities the people would give her. My grandmother really loved me. I was named after her and I was her deceased daughter's baby, therefore, I was special. It caused a lot of problems within my immediate family, because my siblings were not treated as well with my dad and stepmother. So, whenever I would go to visit them they would be real mean to me. My grandfather on my mother's side was so mean to my grandmother and their children, but not to me. I don't remember my grandmother on my dad's side, However, I remember my grandfather. He was mean! He had a stiff leg. He was considered rich for a black man in the early 1900's. He owned a lot of land. The land was rich in produce. He had peaches, pears, apples, cherries, grapes, pecans, walnuts. He also had hired people working for him. Before he died in the late 1940's, he asked my dad not so sell the land, but to keep it in the family. My dad had two sisters and eight brothers. My dad didn't listen to his dad. Several years after my grandfather died my father sold the property. Several monthes later oil was found on the property. My dad sold the land for $10,000 and each sibling received $1000 each. My dad really felt bad after the oil was found on the land, because he didn't listen to his father. My brother, Robert had offered to buy the land to keep it is the family, but my father didn't listen to him either. High School I started High school, Burglund High School McComb, Mo. My principle was Mr. C.D. Higgins. My favorite teacher was Ms. Ginn. Here to the right is her picture. Ms. Ginn was so stern they called her Sergeant. So, no one failed her class. She didn't allow it. She is still alive today, in California and she is 100 years old. That is a long ways from Tylertown, Ms.! She was a great woman, stern, but good. You couldn't get away from anything! I am truly grateful for Mrs. Ginn because she helped to instill in me the highest. I became an "A" student in math and Algebra because of her sternness. The subject I liked best is school was Home Economics. The reason I liked it was because I liked to cook and sew. My second favorite was math. Back then they called it Arithmetic. History was my third favorite, english fourth. I was also in the band where I was in and out. I started with the flute and the piano. I wasn't consistent, I was a drop out. I was a cheerleader for four years. I was very popular in school. I dated the fooodball stars. I had four good girlfriends, Mable, Dora Mae, Deloris and Laverne. Laverne was my favorite friend. We decided to tell each other everything about our lives including sex. The way we became friends was that Laverne was thin and cute, and I was heavy. I was jealous of her. I would tease her. One day our ninth grade teacher, Miss Wade over heard us arguing she said, "Go outside and fight!" We went outside and became friends. She is still my best friend today after 46 years. Amen. Laverne didn't keep her promise about telling all her secrets. When we were in the tenth grade, there was a rumor going around in class, Laverne is pregnant. I got so angry and I said "No, She's not. She's not having sex." But when I went to Laverne, she started crying and she said, "Mary I am pregnant." I was so angry and shocked. I had introduced Laverne to my friend Robert. They eventually got married. Laverne had to loose a year out of school to have her baby. She graduated in 1957, a year after I graduated. You can see I have a pattern of people disappointing me for years. After graduating from high school I moved to Chicago, Il. And Lavern and Robert moved to Milwaukee, Wi. She and Robert got a divorce 14 years later. However, I spent I year with them in 1963 when I divorce my own husband. They were good to my son and me. Gregory, my son was 6 years old and Laverne's son Robert was 8 and her son Reginald was 5. Laverne is presently married to Isiah. Robert, Laverne and Isaih are very good friends today. I graduated from high school May 29, 1956, and I came to Chicago on September 1, 1957. I was so happy to see the bright lights in Chicago, only to discover the next morning, that it was dirty.

funny, how everyone's life story consists of at least 2 paragraphs about their parents life story. my story... i taught myself to read at age 3.i quit ballet and took up violin at age 8.then i quit gymnastics after a growth spurt left me 5'3" in the fifth grade. all my dreams were dashed to peices, and i'd moved around 24 times by this point.leaving me with plenty of free time to party hard with all the cool highschoolers when i hit 7th grade.and my family just kept moving(37 total), so i kept getting second chances every time i wanted to be a bad ass rebel. finally, after failing to apply myself in college, i was forced to get a job at 19. and since then, i've been making money, and trying to avoid being homeless with my roommate. {edit} i found the love of my life at 20, was married at 22, and had the worlds most gorgeous baby boy when i was 23. and everything is literally perfect for the first time ever.

long story short: love pain hurt rape pain abuse fighting pain misscarraige cheating pain and more fist fights

Yea...500 page book...very small font!

I was born, Now I Laugh, Soon i'll Love, Then i'll die (hopefully that wont be soon !)

That I am being punished

I can't tell anyone, because it has no ending.