Week 3 Blog Assignment

Personal Childhood Web


this web is permanently located to the right of my blog, but additionally, i'll post it here as well.


Mom and Dad

The first people to influence me as a child were my parents. Their love and quirky sense of humor helped shape who I am today. They supported good moral values, and gave me a supportive network of adults I became close to in my childhood. I will always be my daddies little girl, and my moms best friend.

Bob and Howie

Family friends Bob and Howie have always been considered uncles, since they have been around since the day I was born. They have always listened to what I had to say, big or small. They remember my birthday, and as I got old, always called to say hello to me personally and see what was up.

My grandparents passed away when I was younger than 7, but I will always remember them. I used to have sleepovers, and my grandfather would do magic tricks, he was a magician for fun. When staying up late, he would often hypnotize me with his gold pocket watch so that I could go to sleep! I remember not being allowed to go to their funeral because I was too young, a decision I had no part in yet respected, although I still feel like I should have been there. My grandparents always had dried pineapple and apricots in their crystal candy dishes, the pineapple is still my favorite treat. I remember the silly colored bathrooms, metallic wall paper, and black and white tv.

I went to a home daycare with my brother before attending kindergarten. Dottie had a bunch of her own children who were often helping with taking care of us. Some of them were in high school and were not always the best influences, but she made sure to shoo them away when they were being inappropriate. I remember there was turmoil occasionally with her second husband, but nothing specific about it. I remember one boy who attended, who told me that thunder was his daddy bowling in heaven. I remember her big purple minivan.

My brother Jon is 4 years younger than me. When he was born I was excited! The doctor came to us and told us he was blue, and being young and naive, I asked why he wasn't going to be white like us! My family explained that he was bluish in tone because of a lack of oxygen, but that he would be ok, and not blue. I enjoyedcaring for him, but probably stole his bottle a time or two. We have never been super close, but have always had an influence on each other and how we saw our lives.