When my father got home from his work, it was always late In the evening and when I wake- up early in the morning, his still sleeping until my School Bus comes. He even takes my Mommy and me too Park, Malls, Zoo, etc.
February 21, My life has had many ups and downs…much like the Arnolds Park rollercoaster. This is my story I was born on May 13,to a person that I am currently searching for. From my adoption records, I discovered my birth mother took me home until June 8,at which time she surrendered me to Florence Crittenton Center in Sioux City.
We lived on a farm approximately seven miles from May City and two miles from Business Corner. My mom and dad leased a acre farm for crops and animals.
Our farmhouse did not have running water or an indoor toilet, so we had the pleasure of going to the outhouse in the middle of the night, even if it was in the middle of the snowstorm.
We also had the pleasure of hauling our drinking water from the well. We milked cows in the morning and at night. I was also the one in the family that attempted to make a pet out of every animal that I could. Gomer was the name of a bull calf that would follow me down the lane to the school bus.
I had a pig named Frisky and a Welsh mountain pony named Cookie. We had 22 cats that used to line up and we would squirt them with milk straight from the cows. We also had a collie named Lassie and a snow-white German shepherd named King. As a member of the local 4-H club, May City Musketeers, I attended the county fair in Sibley, Iowa and exhibited my pony as well as some Herefords and pigs.
Showing my pony was my main interest. One of the favorite stories my mom used to like to repeat about me when I was seven years old. I was really interested in the whole thing so interested that when I got home I decided to baptize our cats by throwing them into the well that we got our drinking water from.
I was not allowed out of my room for the rest of the day. At Christmas time, we always had the tree with lots of presents neatly wrapped under it. One year before Christmas when I was home alone, I very carefully unwrapped and rewrapped my presents to see what they were.
This was the only year my curiosity got the best of me. My parents taught me a valuable lesson that year. When it came time to unwrap our gifts on Christmas day I was so excited because I knew I was getting a Barbie doll, but to my surprise when I opened the box all that was inside was a corn cob.
They had placed other strange things in the boxes of my other gifts as well. After a couple of weeks they let me have my presents, and to this day, I have never opened my gifts early. Grandpa Crist passed away in from leukemia.
This is one of the first funerals that I remember going to. The reason that my memory is so clear is because my mom pulled me, kicking and screaming up the center isle of the church and made me touch my grandpa. At the age of 13, we moved to a farm north of Lake Park. It just happened to be the year that Harris and Lake Park consolidated.
I rode the bus into Lake Park and from there we got on a bus to Harris, elementary and middle school were in Harris with the high school in Lake Park the building in Excelsior was closed.Jun 08, · Photo by Sean Gallup/Getty Images This question originally appeared on Quora.
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