Sunday, August 26, 2012

Stories from my life: Chapter 1

When I was barely 1 year old my 4 year old brother (my youngest-older brother) knocked me down the stairs in our old house in Newport Beach. The stairs were padded by ended at tile flooring. I laid on the ground crying for hours apparently. The baby-sitter didn't hear. She was watching Saved By The Bell right up until my parents came home and found me there with a broken arm and leg.

The baby-sitter was luckily not sued into the ground. My mother nearly killed her but since she was like 16, they just recouped the hospital bills from her folks. Hopefully she never worked in baby-sitting again!

My brother was found hiding in an upstairs closet, terrified out of his mind. I believe he was spanked? Or maybe his mouth was washed out with soap? I don't know, obviously. This entire story was told to me by my mother when I was around 14-15, before she died.

It's funny to think that even as an infant my life was already destined for drama, turmoil, and pain. Or maybe I'm just over thinking it...

P.S. I apologize for taking so long to resume posting. I don't have as much free time as I used to.