Life’s a Candy Store

If I got to be six years old again for a day, I think I would want to spend it with my dad. He passed away in 2010 and I didn’t know him to well, but it still affected me emotionally. It affected me a lot more than what I thought it would, and a lot of people say that twenty four hours isn’t a long time to get to know someone, but if you have no good memories of that person, it would be a lot of time to know someone.

To start off the day, we would get up really early. Like, 6am. He would make me breakfast, but not any breakfast. It has to be my favorite breakfast. Biscuits and gravy and eggs with cheese. Then we would go to a little fair in town and I would make him ride all the rides with me, which wouldn’t take long since it’s not an amusement park. Then I would make him take me out for lunch. I would want a burger and ice cream. Then I would ask him if we could go see my brother, since at the time my brother was a part of my life.

When we got to my brothers house, I would ask my dad to go to the park. Then I would tell my brother to chase me on the playground. (Keep in mind that my brother is about fifteen years older than I am). Then my dad would catch me down at the bottom of the slide and then my brother would come down the slide and catch up to me and tickle me until I gave up. Then I would get them to go play on the swings with me. Then we would go back to my brothers house and I would ask him to play games with me. So then we would all play games together and then he would cook me dinner. Chicken with macaroni and cheese and mashed potato’s. Then my dad and I would go to the movies and watch a dog movie. After the movie, on our way home, I would ask him to stop at the store so we could get snacks.

For snacks, I would get him to buy milk, Oreos, 3 musketeers, kit Kats, and a soda to drink. Then we would go home and he would make me clean my room before we do anything else, but I would talk him into playing with me and my Barbie’s first. Then I would go clean my room. After that, we would get out pillows and blankets and watch a movie of my dad’s choosing and eat a bunch of snacks we got from the store. When he would try to carry me to bed because I had fell asleep, I would tell him to read me the story of Little Red Riding Hood because I woke up. And then as he kissed my forehead and told me goodnight, I would give him the biggest hug in the world and tell him to never forget how much I love him and that everyone makes mistakes in their life. It just so happened that his mistake took his life. And when I woke up in the morning, I would go downstairs and see that I was 17 again, but I wouldn’t be sad. Instead I would be happy and smile because I got to spend the day with my dad the previous day and I got to tell him how much I love him no matter what mistakes he made while he was alive.



Since it is Halloween, I thought I would blog about one conspiracy in the world. Vampires. It also just happens to be what I am dressing up as tonight as well!

I read a lot of books and watch a lot of TV shows that have vampires in them. Ever since I was a child, I was interested in vampires. There are a lot of different qualities that people say vampires have such as mind reading, excellent hearing, excellent vision, amazing strength, and fast speed, but the only thing that is for certain is that they drink blood.

You may be wondering if I think vampires are real. Well, I honestly don’t know. I’d like to think that once people die, they are dead, but the thought that someone could be immortal? Is that not intriguing? You never have to worry about dying by the hands of another human or anything. Only the hands of another vampire.

There has recently been a group of people around the world who identifies themselves as real vampires. They’re not hundreds of years old, they don’t sleep in coffins, and they’re not afraid of garlic, but they do drink human blood. Studies show that there are two types of vampires. Sanguinarian and psychic. Both of these types are after one thing, and one thing only, to live. Energy.

Sanguinarian vampires get their energy from blood, which is the way we normally hear about in all of the stories we hear about vampires. “Today, there was a body found and it had no blood left. Researchers think it might be a vampire attack.” The psychic vampires get their energy from touching people or other methods of mental and/or psychical contact.

“Real vampires” say that they turn normally around or after puberty. The loss of energy that most people take fore granted. These people can’t change who they are, so instead of dreaming and wishing to be someone else, they embrace it.

From the Top

“If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self or would you opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choice.”

     Well, I would come back as my present self. I know a lot of you are probably wondering why I wouldn’t want a fresh start considering what you know about me already, but the answer is simple. I am happy with who I am. I once read a story about a girl who wanted a fresh start in her life and once she got it, all she wanted was her old life back. So, you know what I learned from that story? If you can’t be happy with your life now, you definitely won’t be happy with it later.

     I don’t think I would honestly change anything in my life. I am happy where I am in life. I have everything I could possibly want and that’s what matters, right?

     So, what about you guys? Would you change anything about your life? And if so, what would it be and why would you change that?

When Childhood Ends

I personally don’t think that anyone’s childhood ever truly ends. When, and if, you have children, you will play with them all the time! You have to be childish around them because if you’re serious all the time, what fun is that to them? They will also grow up and be a very serious person, which isn’t always a bad thing, but believe me, it’s not easy.

For me, I know my childhood isn’t over, although I did have to do a lot of growing up very early in life. As a lot of you may know, I am a foster child. So when I did live with my biological parent, it was not easy. I was basically the mother in the household from the time I was 11 until I decided to leave when I was 16.

We, as in my biological mother and I, lived in Georgia for a good part of my life. I went to Elementary school there, so you can imagine my age. Well, one day my biological moms ex boyfriend decided he was going to break into our house and try to shoot her. After that, we fled from Georgia and came to Tennessee. This is where everything happened.

We were a very poor family, so my biological mom and I lived in a one bedroom apartment. One day she met a man, whom was on meth, and she decided to start dating him. Well, he had a son, who tried to hit my biological mother because he seen his father do it. His father was an alcoholic. They were together for five years before she finally broke it off with him, but what she went to wasn’t any better.

She met a man who was in a gang. He was also on meth, but he somehow talked my biological mother into doing it. After she did it, she got addicted since she liked it. We only had one source of income, which just so happened to be a SSI check from my father’s passing in 2010. I noticed that money was gone. We didn’t have food, we were getting behind on bills, we had no holidays, and she always stayed in her bedroom with this man. Now, I may have been 16, but I was not stupid. I started studying her behaviors and how she hardly ever ate and how she never slept. There were different people in and out of my house all the time.

I knew I didn’t want to be in that situation, but I was afraid to tell someone. I think my fear of being just like my biological mother was bigger than my fear of telling someone because after a couple of months of studying and thinking about it, I finally told my best friends mother. She told me to tell the school counselor when I was ready, and that’s what I did. In February of 2015, I was taken out of my home and put into a foster home. At first it was scary because I didn’t know the people, but I adjusted well. While I was there, my best friends mother was taking PATH classes to become a foster parent so that I could live with them. After four months, I finally got to move in with them and that is who I currently live with.

I have opened up to these people and told them my whole life story and we are a very open family. It was hard to make the decision that I did to leave my biological mother, but it had to be done. In the end, I know that I made the right choice.

I would also like to encourage everyone out there to become foster parents! Every day more and more teenagers are coming into custody with no place to go due to a shortage of homes for them. I know we can be a handful sometimes, especially the ones who have addictions ourselves,  but please understand that we just want to be loved! We made some bad choices in our lives, but with your guidance, we could get through that! We understand that you don’t trust us at first, but remember, we don’t trust you either. We have to work on the trust together! Trust is earned, and if you don’t try to get it, you won’t!