may 24th i enterd the world , and was immediately swept into the loving arms of family and friends. being raised in a small town has its down falls , but im fairly sure that it was good for me. my parents lived in a small old farm house , it was ugly , dark , and spooky. im pretty sure my bedroom was a closet , although they wont admit it. they were really caring for eachother and me, and as far as i was concerned .. things were good ( from a 0-4 year old's perspective) Across the road lived probbaly the most life-changing people who i'll ever know. Ernest and Alayne Evans. They're an old couple , about 20 years older then my parents , and since i had no grandparents in town , they were more then happy to become mine , since they had no grandchildern of their own. i fell instantly in love with them , and would go to their house at any oppertunity i could. Alayne , she made the BEST pickles in the world.. by creating them in her washing machine. I would help her all the time. She was a heavy smoker , but quit shortly after i was born , so she and i could spend more time together. Popa (Ernest) i loved because of his Giant belly and his funny laugh. Those two set an excellent example of how an old married couple should be! the summer after i turned 4 , we moved to the house next door , it was a little bigger , and somewhat nicer. In march before i turned 5 , something happend that would change my life forever. My little sister Eartha was born. I was the most excited, most thankful new big sister you could imagine , everysingle photo my mom took of me and her was of me kissing her little head to death. Im very glad shes 5 years younger then me , that way i can teach her things, withouth being too close in age, no matter what , her and i will never go through the same stage of life at the same time. Once i was getting close to 10 , i realized who my best friend really was. Kerri Adams. I met her when i was two years old, at nursery school.. along with kelsey young. Us three were pretty tight, although my mom said she could always tell it would be kerri and i who would stick it out till the end. I cant leave out the family down the road.. The Forrester Family. consisting of a man close to my dads age named Harry , who always scared me to death , and his bautiful , and much younger wife, Nam. Harry went to korea on working terms and met her there, brought her back to canada and had three kids .. AJ John And Sueme. My first incounter with the family was quite an odd one .. Aj and John , biked down the road one day , while i was playing alone outside. I was ijust out of grade 2, John was just out of grade 5 and i cant remeber how old that would make AJ. They got off their bikes to come and play. I instantly took a likeing to John. he was so easy going and fun , but Aj had an edge of insecurity about him , no matter how much he tried to hide it. John and i became two peas in a pod. Catching frogs, going for walks, and play "house" was our usual activities. I can rember one day when he went so far as to kiss me on the cheek. That being the first time a boy had ever kissed me before, i thought nothing of it to return the favour. I didnt even realize the age difference, until .. I met the female part of his family later on that summer. Sueme was his little sister, a year older than me , and i had to face the fact that i would be sharing my John time with her. it discusted me at first , but after a while i began to warm up to her , and us three were great pals. Once grade 6 rolled around John was much too cool for us, and i began to see him less and less. That was fine because Sue and i were great friends. As for kerri, her and i remained something like twins who lived in seperate houses. Her parents were pretty much my second set.. and we were together as much as we could be. In grade 5 , Popa and Alayne left me. i was devistated , and althought i didnt cause i scene , i remember crying for hours, because they were moving into town. Little did i know the family that was moving into their house would have another great impact on my life.

Apparently keeping a journal is equivilant to keeping tabs on your life and well-being. Ive never really been a fan of keeping a diary .. but lately my life's been spontaneous. I'm getting older, changing , and everyday it seems i realize more and more about the world. youre supposed to live your life , how do you do it , if you stuck on a computer writing about it ? i guess this is just catch up .. then ill add less and less each day. Expressing myself had always been important to me , but never have i felt an urge to do so in writing. this is new for me .. so hear it goes.