I was born on a lovely Tuesday Morning, May 3rd, 1990 was the date. My father skipped out on a track meet to be there. Thanks for that, by the way. I popped out into the world at 8:07am, and as most of you do not know, I was peeing. Yep, definitely was already a peeing machine the second I came out. I am the youngest of four children in my family. There's Jeremy, Katy, and Marty. (oldest to youngest)
While growing up, I often got the short end of the stick when it came to car trips - riding in the middle, clothes - occasionally a hand-me-down here or there, but it never really got me down. I was treated relatively nicely by everyone besides my brother, who is 20 months older than I am, so that is expected. We would fight all the time, and him being the older brute, would always win. I was a whiner when it came to those moments. Looking back at it, I think it was just a clever defense mechanism to get my brother in trouble. Even as a tot I had genius in me...
As a young boy, my father, brother, and sister worked at a water park in the Wisconsin Dells called Family Land (now Mt. Olympus so that entitled Me, Marty, and my amazing mother to spend just about every single day at the water park. I used to not be too keen on wild and crazy water slides, so I would spend hours on the kiddie slides The Comet and The Little Dipper. these slides were very tame, very slow, but still had the slight rush that I needed to gain confidence in water slides. I remember the first time I ever went on one of the big slides, the huge slide, the slide to end all slides, the kamikazee. We were at the park with our family friends, the Koeblers, and I was hanging out with Danny. (I felt cool because he was much older than I was) Danny and I made a deal that I would go on this huge slide if he caught me at the end. Sounded like a good plan to little 'old Rocky, so I went for it. As I approached the bottom, I see Danny watching me from the edge of the pool, he wasn't even going to try and catch me! I had been tricked! Regardless, that is where I made my step into manhood, being a little kid going on a waterslide.
We moved around quite often before I even started Kindergarten. I do remember some places, and I don't remember some. You can expect that much. What I do remember most is my grandparents' house on Somo Lake. They had an enormous house (I wonder how big it is now...) and family would be up there all the time. My grandfather had a 4 wheeler named Charlie that he would let us ride on in his lap. I would put my hands on the inside of the handlebars and it would feel like I was driving! Christmas was always an amazing time at their house, everybody in the family, regardless of how far away the lived, came and stayed there. My grandmother made a stocking for each member of the family, and they would hang on the wall under the balcony of the second floor. My stocking had a snowman on it. (It was the best one)
I played sports, sports, and more sports. As a young kid I played basketball, baseball, soccer, volleyball, and swam all the time. As soon as I was old enough to play tackle football, I jumped at the chance. I never dreamed of becoming a professional athlete, I didn't even really enjoy the idea of competition, I just enjoyed playing and having a good time. If I were to go back in time and had the choice of taking sports more seriously, I wouldn't. I was a kid, it didn't matter if I won or got a medal.
My father, to my surprise, actually help set some of my morals. He always told me I shouldn't smoke because its harmful to your health. Thus, I have never smoked anything in my life. I don't recall him every saying anything about about consuming alcohol, but I do the same with that as I do smoking, I don't do it. (That will be elaborated upon in the next entry) But then again, he also told me tattoos were stupid and for bad people... well, look at me now...
That is all I will tell for now, and in the next few days I will continue on with my life story...
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