FIRST GRADE

Parents know everything about their babies. They can tell you where their birthmarks are, the cowlick in their hair, and every little freckle on their nose. Well, my parents must have not paid that much attention to me as a child, because it took them five years to realize I could not move my hands. I was born with a rare condition in which my extensor pollicus longus (basically a cord that connects your muscle to your bone) was broken. This cause my hands to always hug my thumbs. I learned how to color, hold silverware, and use scissors without anyone noticing. When they finally realized that my little hands were not working properly, I had to have surgery. I had to be in casts up to my wrists for about six months. I do not remember ever being made fun of for it, but I do remember the disappointment I felt when I went to see the "Adam's Family Movie" and I could not snap during the theme song. Well, it healed and all that is left is my two little scars and a horrible time shuffling cards.

KINDERGARDEN

I went into kindergarten at the age of four. That was the same year the school board changed the entrance date from five years of age by August first, to five years of age by May first. My parents didn’t see why I would have to stay in pre-school for another year. I was just as smart as the other kids, and I was already friends with them. SO they changed my birth certificate. Lets say Dad had connections. It all worked out, I got into kindergarten as a four year old, because my new birthday way January 23. Well, when January 23 rolled around and Mrs. Carnihan asked me if I was bringing cupcakes for my birthday tomorrow, I told her my birthday wasn’t tomorrow, and she must be confused. That evening she called my mother in tears demanding an explanation. The word was out, and I was the first four to be expelled from Winfield Elementary School. I went to a private school for the last five months of school, and then returned to Winfield for first grade.

I am in the process of writing my auto-biography. I know it is unorthodox to show a work in progress, but since you are taking the time to read my blog, I will give you the privilege of reading my book as I write it. The title is currently, "True Story." It may be a little out of order since I have to do some research to get the facts on the childhood, but everything will be alright.

PRESCHOOL

Preschool, what can you say? Naps, snacks, games, and friends; life couldn’t get much better. Mallory and Samantha were my two best girlfriends, while Jacob and Donovan were the men in my life. We were best friends, all of us. We had no other choice, our parents made us, and we were all each other ever knew.