My First Memory

I never grew up with my biological mom and dad. I was only with them for the first 3 years of my life. But during those 3 years, I grew to love them. Even though they drank and fought with each other, I still grew to love them. I still do. I always have. No matter what stories I heard about them growing up, I always loved them. The stories I heard were always bad and I have no doubt that they were all true, but they are my mommy and daddy. Nothing will ever change that.

One of my very first memories are of me living in a mobile home(trailer). I remember there was a bedroom at the end of the hallway and thats where me and my mom and dad all slept. They slept in a big bed, and I slept in a little bed under a window.  I remember once I had gone to find them because I noticed that they weren't around, so I went to the bedroom to look for them, and there they were, on the big bed, naked. My dad was on top, and I remember him looking back at me, over his shoulder and he had an really annoyed look on his face, which was weird because he always had a smile on his face when he talked to me. I remember a little warning bell going off in my mind, because he wasm't smiling. Well, the he grabbed a rolled up sock or something and threw it right at me, almost hitting me and he hissed;"Get outta here Starla!".

For some reason this struck me as funny. Probably because I knew I was doing something he didn't want me to do, so I started laughing, and I slid the door shut and went back to the living room. Away from them.

Since I turned 16 I've been able to meet my mom and dad again. I found that I still had a deep love for both of them. That love is something that will never change. I don't care what they've done or havn't done. They are my mommy and daddy and I will always love them dearly. I can say that I am really thankful I didn't grow up with them only because I wouldn't be who Iam today if they had raised me. And I like me. But Iam glad they had me and I am proud to look like them and share certain personality traits as them. For instance, my dad is funny and he's very kind. He always has a positive attitude and he's loved by the people who know him. And my mom, well she's strong. Very strong. She's also very smart. I feel privilidged to be the product of their love.