In all truthfulness, I really don't know a lot about my parents' lives before I was born. I rarely hear stories about their upbringing, from their high school days, or shortly after they were married. I don't know how they really met, aside from being a friend of a friend or whatever. They don't talk about it. Something about this seems quite mysterious to me. The bits and pieces I put together paint a little cloudier of a picture. They married young, but that was the norm for their time period. They had my brother and my sister, who I assume were both planned, but as for me....about 11 years later....SURPRISE!!
But it's the small things I hear from time to time that have me concocting these crazy stories in my head of how wild my parents might have been. My dad used to be in the army and was a member of the MP's. My mom and him got into a motorcycle wreck once...my mom still has a scar on her ankle from it. I don't even know if my dad ever owned a motorcycle, maybe they were just riding a friend's. There used to be a bottle of Seagram's 7 hidden in my parents' closet. I've never seen my mom drink, but I know my dad has/does. My dad has smoked ever since he was in his teens...I heard a story once that one of my uncles (one of my dad's brothers) used to hide beer in a ditch somewhere, whether that's true or not, I don't know. I wonder if my dad ever did the same. My mom sneaks cigarettes from time to time I think...I'm not sure how long she's done it, but I think she picked it up being social at work, or maybe she picked it up from dad. Hell if I know, maybe she started smoking the same time he did, just more discreetly. My mom is a devil disguised as an angel sometimes I think (reminds me of me haha). She's fiesty, but feeling! My dad is just the quiet, mysterious type in general. He doesn't usually speak unless spoken to, and any boyfriend that I've ever introduced to him...well, they all have thought that he hated them!
PLEASE MAKE NOTE: I think being a badass is a good thing, therefore, I am not badmouthing my family. I'll save that for a later date. *wink wink*
On to the siblings...
My brother and I actually get along quite well, given the 14 year age difference. We're both kinda sensitive, but have a tough outer shell. If something is wrong, I always feel like I can talk to him, and the feeling is mutual from him as well. But, the boy sure knows how to raise some hell...I'm pretty sure there isn't anyone from my home county that doesn't know who "Goose" is.
And my sister, well, she's Miss Prim & Proper, but I've heard quite a few tales from her glory days...she's no innocent. She just pretends to be. We don't talk...have nothing in common...I would like to build a better relationship with her, but it's never gotten me anywhere before, and she's stubborn and kinda selfish, and definitely a gossip. Well, we won't go any further down that road....it's a long one. (So, maybe I did badmouth a little here...can't help it though...she infuriates me by talking about me behind my back most of the time!)
But me, well...I guess I'm a culmination of them all. I'm not innocent, but I don't hide it. I'm not perfect, nor do I try to be. No holier than thou here...I've been humbled over the years. I'm just as self-conscious and insecure as the next person. I'm not afraid to take risks though. I'm still trying to figure out who I am. I like to explore as much as I can afford it, as you can tell by my moves in the past 10 years. I have a piece of each of them as a part of me, whether good or bad. I love them all, very much (yes, even my sister...she just doesn't seem to love me back...no wallowing in self-pity on that count though). I'm proud to say that they are all badasses in their own right, and so am I.
Song of the day: "Family Tradition" Hank Williams Jr.
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