Stitched

The Beginning

At the top, you see me. Little baby me. Born December 26, 2000. Not so sure what time, and neither are my parents. Honestly who would be obsessed with time, when they are pushing a 7.5 pound baby out of their uterus. Not me. Or them obviously.

But yeah, I was a miracle. Not only was my mom almost completely infertile, but when she pushed me out, I had to be pushed back in because my little umbilical cord was wrapped firm around my neck and I was turning blue. And somehow pushing my back in my mother would help? I don't know. I'm not into medical doctor stuff. Anyway they pushed my head back in (poor mom) and then she finally popped me out. "7.5 Pounds, she's a healthy little one." The doctor said. Everything was completely normal, except what do you think of a child when he/she comes out of the loins. Crying, bloody mess. Yes I was one of those, bloody, but I didn't cry. I was curious, in awe with the world....

I have always been a smart child. Saying my first word at 6 months, Standing at 7 months, Walking right before my first birthday, and always wanting to learn. School was one of my favorite pass times when I was super young. I skipped pre-K, and went into kindergarten at 5 years old. But even before that I was wanting to go to school ever since I knew what "school" meant.

I had straight A's up until middle school, when it all went south, but that's for later in the story. Right now all you need to know is I loved being smart, and I was happy.