[HappyHippy]

Argh, so I typed up a whole thing and my ds2 erased it when I got up to get a drink. Lets try again.

Childhood

My childhood was a happy childhood. I am the youngest of 6 kids, I have 4 sisters and 1 brother. My mom is German and my dad is Norweigen. Growing up I learned German fairly easily, didn't catch on to Nordic much eventhough that was more common to hear. We grew up in a small town in the midwest.

I went to public school and had many friends of all different "clicks". I was active in school functions and did sports. I was in Track, Cross Country, Cheerleading, Dance, Gymnastics and band where I played the flute and guitar.

There wasn't much to do in our small town, so before we had driver licenses we hung out at a park. Pretty innocent, mostly gossiped. After we had licenses we drove around our town, the country and the surrounding towns. I stared making friends from the other towns around us.

Weekend parties were common. My parents didn't mind that I went to them because they knew I didn't drink, and I didn't. I had an alcoholic in my family (not my parents) and it turned me off to alcohol. I was actually well respected by my friends for my decision. Maybe they knew about the alcoholic.

My childhood wasn't all fun and games. Other than the alcoholic I had bad stomachaches on a daily basis. They never went away, but sometimes I would forget about them. They started in Kindegarten and I would go to the Doctors usually every other week enough more. Friends would usually come with me to sit in the waiting room and keep me company. Every time I went they would always say it was something else and give me medication. I tried so many different medications, and I had a lot of tests and seen many specialists. Some of the tests I was awake for, others I wasn't. Some were simple, others were elaborate. When I was in my late teens I got a bad stomach infection and was out of school for awhile. Because of that I had to graduate a semester late, and I was told to be infertile to do the medicines I had to take. I ended up getting the same stomach infection in my early 20s too. At 20 they finally found out was wrong with my stomach. I was very sensative to artificial stuff, so from then on I went onto an all organic diet.

In my spare time growing up I really enjoyed painting and drawing. I had plans to be a tattoo artist as a teenager. I started art when I was around 5 and it had always remained a love of mine. I could and still can pretty much draw anything I see and make it look exactly like it.

I liked all sorts of music and saw several country and boy band concerts. I didn't need more than 4 hours of sleep back then, and once texting was introduced into this world my phone seemed to never stop.

I had my first job at 14 where I was an assitant cook. I quickly climbed the latter in the culinary world and was a Chef before I was 18. I started with traditional American foods, then I moved onto Chinese cuisine and finally to Italian cuisine. I dabbled in the French culinary world as well, but my favorite has always been Italian. Chefing runs in my family, so it was no suprise to me that I would be a "natural". To add a note. My type of Chefing wasn't boiling noodles and adding sauce. It was making things hand made from scratch on a daily basis. Noodles were made that day, sauce was made in a big ban for the whole week, and so on.

Growing up I was always shorter than everyone. Very petite. It's interesting because both my parents are tall as well as my siblings. I'm not a little person or anything, but I do have stunted growth height wise for some reason. I was your typical blonde hair blue eyed gal. I had a lot of boys after me. I dated a lot, I had a few that went a year long which were probably my longest. I never asked a boy out, but I did always end it There was one boy growing up who just had a huge thing for me. A lot of other guys did too, but this one did not stop. Always drove by my house, always calling and texting, get mad if I was dating someone else, all of that. I never did date him and my mom tells me he still goes by the house sometimes seeing if I'm there. I'm long gone.

There were a few tragedies growing up. Lost my grandmother to a mysterious disease. Not long after her daughter went the same way too. All 3 of her boys (my aunt) died early on. 1 to murder and 2 to car crashes by drunk drivers (not them, ther other people). I lost some friends as well in my early adult life. Cancer and 2 to murder as well. That shook up our little town. There were other things like drug busts as well, mostly from outsiders who came to our town and were only there for a short time. And we had a "dirty cop" too, which made things interesting.

All in all I would say I had a good childhood. Looking back I can say I was happy, had it good, and eventhough some tragedies happened, they were few and far between.