Growing up is not so tough
My childhood was filled with very fond memories and never fails to bring a smile to me when I look back on them. Without my sister Rachel and my brother Alex, my childhood would of been incomplete. Growing up in the exact same house and never having to move, has allowed my family to create so many wonderful memories in one place and to truly call it our home. We loved playing house and several other games, but too many for write about so I’ll pick one. I remember growing up watching the Rugrats with my siblings and we would always play just like them. We build a play pen, and my brother even crawled around with a screw driver in his back pocket. Rachel and I would act as Phil and Lil because we always wanted (and I thought for a while that she was really) to be twins.
Another memory that took place at our house, was the way we’d always say goodbye to our grandparents after they left. As they would reverse off our drive way my sister and I would always think that we had the strength as superman and pushed the car off the driveway and waved good bye.
Holidays are always big at our house, especially Christmas and Easter. At Christmas time, I remember my mom making everyone wait for me to open all of my gifts before anyone else could since it was my birthday. In one of our home videos you can see my brother and my cousin Paolo yelling at me to hurry up.
A traumatic memory I can remember took place in our washroom. So my great-aunt was baby my siblings and I while my parents were out. Alex and Rachel had called me to the washroom and told me to look into the toilet. Me being stupid and easily obeying them did as they had commanded. As I peeped my head over the toilet rim they pushed my head in and began to flush the toilet non-stop. I rememebr seeing my hear swirling around- hence a swirley. When they finally let me go I ran out to my great-aunt and told her what they have done. She didn’t believe me when my hair was clearly soaking wet. When my parents got home, they didn’t believe me either. A couple months ago, I told my sister: “Rach, when your first born is 5 years old, I’m giving him/her a swirley. I call it.”
I’m very fortunate that my parents loved to travel and even took the three of us along the road with them. Another memory was our trip to the Philippines. After 24 hours on a plane for the first time, a pit stop in Japan, and motion sickness we finally made it. There are so many things about that place I can remember, but I’ll name a few. I rememeber meeting my other cousins, aunts, uncles, and my grandma for the first time.
One memory with my grandma is kind of bad on my part, but here it goes. So in my dad’s home town there was some show that was going to happen late at night. I was really sleepy so I told everyone to wake me up at 11pm before they go. The next thing I remember is waking up all alone in a room and no one was there. I started to cry, a lot, and my grandma came in the room to calm me down. She even got two of my cousins to bike for us as we sat in a carriage with me on her lap. As I continued to cry non-stop, I had to pee. I didn’t want to stop crying and telling my grandma to take me to the washroom, so I kind of peed on her lap….I know she forgives me now..hopefully. And another memory in the Philippines that I remember was on one of the beaches. We helped out the fishermen bring in the fish by pulling in the net. There’s not much of a story to it, but I just remember it being as one of my first unique experiences on the trip. As you can see in the photo my sister was trying real hard.
This photo here is me running far, far, FAR away from my aunt and Jaws. All I remember is my aunt lifting me to put my head inside Jaws mouth. I remember kicking and screming for my life. After I found my way out of her arms, this was the picture that was captured.
So sorry for ranting on, a few aren’t really specific stories, but they were apart of all my childhood years.
I think I was born a multi-tasker.
