I’m still a child. My logic is different, but the desires are the same.

POWER RANGERS and POKEMON and RUGRATS and NINJA TURTLES. I was pretty much a loner child. Most of my cousins/family friends were around my brothers age and being 10 years younger than my brother…I was sort of left with my imagination. So Power Rangers were my friends and we fought all the bad guys and merked them all day. Ninja Turtles also helped me fight bad guys. My bedroom was the hideout, my living room was a cave, and my kitchen was a restaurant aka the bad guys hideout. So to give you a visual, I was a small kid that would go around with a stick, swinging at the air, screaming “ayaah!” When I got a little older, my obsession with Pokemon occurred: gameboy games, cards, bedsheets, blankets, pillowcases, toys, pokemon monopoly, pikachu backpack, hats, etc.

MICHAEL JACKSON and BACKSTREET BOYS and USHER. I never knew anything about Michael Jackson when I was little - in terms of his lifestyle or how he looked. But that didn’t matter and still doesnt. He quickly and easily became my fav when my brother played his music. Dancing was naturally what happened next after I heard his music. And when I got older I was immediately captivated by his videos, performances, dance moves etc. I’ll stop my MJ rant there before it goes on for too too long. I kinda had a weird obsession with the Backstreet boys. I had posters and even sticker books (for the record I also had spice girl sticker books). I would sing and dance to their songs all day long. After the boyband and girl group era, Usher had me singing, dancing, and dancing some more.

BASKETBALL. Playing for LAKAN in MPAA provided some of the happiest and most fun times ever. I played on the team from ages 7-13. I still miss and crave the feelings of competition. We were unstoppable. I remember we beat a team 84-4. SIX championships and ONE runner up. oh yeah. I remember one time a kid reached in and cut my eye lid. My mom ran onto the court and held me and made sure I was okay….so embarassing.

When my brother was in his teens, him and his friends had a brief stint in breakdancing. At the time, I was about 6 or 7 years old and I learned from them. I fell in love with bboying (and still am). I remember at my brothers birthday jam they were sessioning in the basement, and they were all calling for me and telling me to dance. I remember the thrill and the rush and the amazing energy of stepping onto the cardboard and doing my thaaaang, while everyone rooted me on.

Justin has always and will always be my boiiiii. Much of my childhood was spent playing with him. FYI, my brother and his sister are getting married next summer, on their 15th year anniversary. We met because of them, Sarah would always bring him over when she’d come to see my brother. We met when I was 4 and he was 3…or I was 5 and he was 4…something like that. Almost every summer, Sarah would drop him off at my house in the morning, before she went to work, and we would just play the whole day. And this was EVERY day lol. Play basketball…watch the same movie for like two weeks straight while eating salisbury steak tv dinners…movies like bring it on and emperor’s new groover. I remember once I forced him to climb onto the top of the monkey bars in my backyard. And then he was too scared to get down. He cried. He cried a lot. Another time, we played movie theatre. And we had different movies playing in different rooms at certain times. We made movie tickets and ripped them. Yeah yo. Bad Boys 4 Life.

There’s so much more, but I’ll stop there.

Oh wait, I remember being with my friends and laughing at the group of girls in school who all had emails that had to do with otown. Otown girl this, otownbabygirl that, LOL. Oh right, one of them was CKC’s very own Kristina. :D

And it don’t stop.