By Aly
1. My Chicken Head dog
My first favorite memory was when I was about 7 years old. It was when I got my little chicken of a dog. His name is Rooky. He was the cutest little dog I've ever seen and I practically cried when my dad said I couldn't keep him. But my father saw how happy Rooky made me and said I could keep him! And to this day he's still a chicken, but he's my chicken headed doggy!
2. Going to Camp Kindle
My 2nd favorite memory was when I was about 6 years old and it was my first time going to Camp Kindle. If you don't know what Camp kindle is, it's a camp for kids with HIV and AIDS. (By the way I don't have HIV nor AIDS; my cousin does) But it was so much fun! They had a trampoline and the counselors were throwing us on them. It was awesome!
3. My Dad and my Half Bro fighting
When I was about 6 years old I was getting ready for bed and I normally was use to the TV playing a little louder then it should be, but when I heard yelling instead of the TV I decided to go see what all the yelling was about. Not my smartest idea, I hate to say. But I was walking down the hall and heard my dad yelling and my half brother yelling right back. I ran to the end of the hall and saw my brother in a choke hold. My dad saying "You ever try to hit me again I'll do worse then what I'm doing now!" Then my dad pushed my brother on the floor. He had a bloody nose and was slowly regaining his balance, but still Robert (my Brother) wasn't going to give; he grabbed a cup and threw it at my dads head. It was scarcely close. I scream when my dad punched him in the nose, it started bleeding really badly. When my mom heard me scream she came in and saw my dad and Robert fighting she started yelling at my dad which got him madder. She had Robert leave with a bloody nose, and a black eye. She had blood stains all over her PJ's; she then yelled at my dad saying 'What the freak happened?" My dad replied like he wanted to kick someone else's butt "He tried to hit, I stopped him." He wanted to come give me a hug when he saw I was there crying a little, but I wouldn't let him anywhere near me for a week.
4. My Cousin
Even though I love my cousin Sarah she's a pain in the butt. And I learned that from a whole entire year of living with her. I was 8 years old and I found out my Aunt Kathy was in rehab and someone needed to take care of Sarah, so I begged my mom to see if we could keep her. She whined daily, woke me up at 6:30 am or like 2:00 Am every morning, then she'd pinch me and my friends and my other cousin Jesse. I was the most patient one with her until a year later I finally cracked. I decided if she didn't shut up and stop pinching me she was going to get hurt, when I told her that she came running at me going to punch me. But she never got to land a touch on me, because when she was close enough to where I could get her I grabbed both of her wrists and spun around until she was on the ground crying. And when my parents heard the commotion they came out and saw Sarah crying I told them what happened and right before the story was over she came at me again! I decided enough was enough, I pushed her into a concrete wall as hard as I could she chipped a tooth that night, and she left me alone after that.
5. The Time I Met Sammy Hanratty
Ok so 2 years ago when I was ten I had my last job with a production named within. And the star was Ms. Sammy Hanratty. She was really nice, and signed an autograph for me. It was really fun and sad for me.