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Early Life

I don't remember my birth, like many. Though I lack alot of memory in the few years after that. Most of this account in my earliest years was told to me by relatives on my Dad's side of the family. This is in hopes of keeping a record for myself too.

From what I know, I was born in Alton, Illinois. I had ear infections in both ears and had to get tubes put in my ears. As far as how I got ASD. It could only be guessed that it had to do with my biological birthing person's habitual partying in her youth. She was 18 when she had me. She of course lied to my Dad about her age. He was 21, I believe, at the time. It came to light that she slept around with another guy after I was born. My dad got into a fight with the guy and a divorce came after.

Maybe I should consider myself lucky I went with my dad and not my bio-mom. I wouldn't of survived being with my mother. It was fate that Dad took me. I ended being handed over to my grandparents, after I got baptized. My grandparents were very adamant about it, being religious people themselves. So they took care of me in Florida while my dad got his life together.

My grandparents were the only positivity I got for most of the life that was ahead of me. My grandmother was a very kind but to the point woman. She taught me my ABCs, 123s, and I was taught 51 states and state capitals. I got to a point where I knew them all. If you asked me capital of any state, I would give it to you correctly every time. It's sad that I cannot do that anymore. How time and negativity deteriorated such positive things in my life.

But being taught those things, at the time, put me ahead of the curve of alot of kids in Pre-K and Kindergarten. Though while I was there, one of the teachers apparently picked up that I may have 'aspergers'. My father was apparently notified of this. I cannot say if my grandparents knew. But I cannot imagine they weren't notified too of this. Though maybe it does explain my bathroom issues then. I had no instinct for heading to the bathroom when I needed to go. Maybe some of it was psychological. IDK. I have no memory of it. Not that it didn't happen, because I had the problem well into the range of 9 year old.

Though one other thing that developed in me was an obsession with having a 'mommy', as I put it, at the time. It all started when my grandmother and I were in a store after the move from Florida to where I am currently living once more, in Illinois. I saw kinds being loud and grabbing stuff, going "mommy I want this!" "mommy I want that!" "mommy mommy mommy!". I look to my grandmother who I know is my grandmother and in confusion ask "Grammy. Are you my mommy?". I remember being told by my Uncle how much it broke her heart hearing me ask that. To know I am without a mother at that age. But she replies "No. I am your Grammy". I think this sparked my obsession with getting a mother. I blurted it out to anyone I met that "I want a mommy". Even my neighbors. Little did I know I'd get my wish. It just wasn't going to be all I hoped for.

But before that. If I was done with school and anything else. I would play on the NES. I played Super Mario Brothers alot. I got rather good at it. My grandmother even played with me when ever she wasn't too busy. I taught her all kinds of tricks. My uncle told me he was floored when she showed him what I taught her. He couldn't believe it. His mother, my grandmother, learned to not only play Super Mario Bros. But was really good at it, like I was. Doing all the tricks I showed her. But thinking about that makes me cry a little. The reason was because she was willing to take time out to connect with me through something I enjoyed doing. We learned from eachother. In some way, my grandmother was more of a mother to me than my bio-mom or my stepmother ever could be.

But coming off that somber note. I did play other NES game. They were: Duck Hunt, Original Metroid, Techmo Bowl, and Paperboy. Those were all fun games in thier own ways. But I think Original Metroid and Super Mario Bros were the two that I played repeatedly, far more.

One other memory I had was that my grandparents always put on Rush Limbaugh on the radio. I couldn't possibly remember any of what was said, but it was obviously political stuff.

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