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.
