New Write Alanis: Share a story of how your super unique personality became obvious for the first time in the first 6 months of your life.
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New Write Alanis: Share a story about your super unique personality.
March 2nd, 2011 11:23 am
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When I was a baby, my mom and dad had to drive me around to get me to fall asleep for about 2 hours at night. My two elder brother would wait with the garage doors open so thay no noise would be made and when my mom finally put me in my cradle, I would start crying again! What a pain in the a**!!!! haha
– I feel so blessed to be living in Paradise -
I guess I’m still a little demanding (of love and affection, I swear) to these days
All my love to you and your sweet family, Alanis, from Patagonia, Argentina!
BTW, since this new site is about sharing and recommendations, if you ever have the chance to visit the south of Argentina, you’ll be delighted, enchanted and energized! I suggest you google “Patagonia”
When I was a baby my mom was always trying to put something in my head, like a bow, flower, hat but even with no coordenation I was able to find and take it off. Til now I hate jewels, things in my head…Like freedom…Cheers
Nasci com a imagem de São Jorge na testa, quando eu tomava sol dava para ver direito o contorno da imagem de São Jorge na minha testa. Também nasci com 12 dedos,mas operei e ficaram apenas duas bolinhas, uma e mulher e a outra o homem lembro que eu as colocava para namorar quando criança.
I was born with the image of St. George on the forehead when I was sunning right could see the outline of the image of Saint George in my forehead. Was born with 12 fingers, but had the surgery and were only two balls, and a woman and another man that I remember to put the date as a child.
A cloud was born, before turning into rain – vapoured
A dream was dreamt, before stepping into reality – daggered
A thought was hazy , before becoming transparent – forgotten
A body was aching , before finding remedy – forbidden
Well, I am the mother of 3 children and so far… 3 grandchildren. When my daughter had her second child she decided that she no longer wanted to me a mother. So, to save these children from becoming adopted by people I did not know, I took them on myself. My grandson being 6 months old and my granddaughter being 2 1/2. The very hardest thing I’ve ever had to live through because of “mothering” all over again. Bottle training, and toilet training…. People often come to me and tell me that I’m somehow blessed because they would never ever be able to do what I have chosen to do….. I love these guys and would never want them to be raised by someone else… life has been very difficult in the last almost 4 years since I’ve taken them in…. I’ve cried (alot), I’ve laughed (enough) and I’ve been so tired… just so soooooo tired. But I look into their little eyes and think they’ve both been so worth it even though they both love their mom more than they love me…. they are so worth it. I love those two so much……
it´s a very beautiful story. congrats to you!
my aunt tells me, one day when I was maybe 2 or 3 years old we were at the playground, she was holding me and my brother, 2 and half years older than me, was afraid of the slide and didn´t want to climb there on his own, he needed someone to hold him. My aunt just went to help and calm him down and what I did? I climbed all by myself the slide, without any help. I was already showing how independet I am…
My mother used to tell me that when I was born I didn’t cry, I fell asleep, and the doctors were worried so I went to supervision, but on the morning after I started to cry so loud that I wake up all the babies around me. Today I am a very calm person, and I say that from my friends, but when I’m angry (which is very very rare)I make people listen. So I guess that’s my birth mark
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To quote Chico Marx, “I don’t remember. I was only a little baby.”
My earliest memory is when I was four years old and I bit my older sister on the arm. Does that count?
Um…yes?
The way I make friends. I’ve made friends literally by accident. I was doing a bench press and thought I had it but was unable to recover so a trainer came by and helped me lift the bar(at the time I was only able to lift about 155#) so we got to talking and he ended up being my first trainer, lol. In a more recent event, I was talking to one of my FB gaming friends(who’ve I’ve never met personally) and for some reason I got her worried(which I tend to do) so I gave her my number and since then we’ve been best of friends. I find unique that I make friends either by accident or if someone worries about me.
well, I had watched an old video these days, these family recording, that made me laught a lot. (sorry bout my english, long time no practicing).
Me, about 5 years old. It was my school’ presentation. End of the year, this kind of concert to certificate the parent’s investiment in theres kid education. So, all kids put strange clothes, dance or sing some other strange music. And only the parents love! Laughting and taking pics for them proud kid.
And so, my expected presentation came. All family were happy: “ohh my cute Ana! Proud of mama!”. It was a female dancing. I used a pink glitter oldfashioned dress. Had a chair in the stage (estrategic!) and the plan was dance in the chair, like the others. But some kind of spirit (?), something, happened to me, and when the music started and all the girls with a big smile started dancing, I stopped. I just stayed sat in the stage, lookin at the girls, amazed! In the video, the impression of what I was thinking is: “What these girl are doing? These stupid dance.. A moment ago they were almost crying!”. Thats it. =) Like the topic!
I don’t think that I can remember that far back but I do remember when I was about 3 years old consciously thinking why I was here and what life was all about. I was sitting on my bed and wondering, “who am I, why am I here.” I had a strong sense at 3 that this life was temporal and superficial and that there was far more to it then what I saw around me. Something beyond this physical plain. I don’t know why I thought that at 3 years old. Pretty bizarre.
When my mother was in labor, my father drove over 90 MPH to get to the hospital. An officer pulled my parents over and once he saw my mom, he escorted us to the hospital. I was born in the morning as a 10 pound baby. They had to check to see if I had diabetes!
Being the middle one of seven, all my mother would tell me about is similarities to my brothers and sisters, not really anything unique. As far as I know, I was not a fussy eater and being around my mother settled me when I cried.
My mom did a hybrid breast-food feeding diet, it’s worth mentioning that I was breast fed until i had the teeth to bite the nip.
I was late being born so I was induced and then rushed out….now I am late for everything and usually rushing. Go figure.
I don’t have enough time to read all books of the world. I have meet the little fish man and he said that in his world nobody never die…well even in my world nobody never die….
It was my first memory. It was one of my uncle pete and aunt connie sitting on the couch in my living room and I was having a blue bottle put in my mouth. I’ve asked my mom when that was and my mom said that it had to be a dream. I asked why and she said they visited once in my life prior to me being 12 but I was only 3 weeks old. So apparently my first memory was when I was 3 weeks old, but babies aren’t supposed to remember anything until they are at least 6 month old. I thought this made me pretty unique even if I’m the only one who believed it.
Everyone knows I’m “odd.” I like being different and I think my sense of humor is what make it easy for me to make friends mainly because I don’t make humor out of making fun of other. I was never naturally good with people growing up so I adapted. You can ask anyone. I’m not like most people regardless of where I live. At times I do feel out of place. I find a vent and I release it all. Right now and for like the last decade it’s been the guitar. Before that it was learning basic skills like survival, fishing, crafts, pottery, biology, cooking, video games, D n D, basketball, rock climbing, hiking & umm yah and a bunch more. Music is the only one that stuck though.
I think my next memory that is unique is when I was young. I didn’t talk much because I was always very uptight. It was kindergarten and there was this kid in my class that had these 2 (Jeremy and… I don’t remember the other kid’s name) kids that would always make him sit beside him. I watch this happen for about 3 weeks and you could tell he didn’t want to sit beside them (they were kind of bullies) so one day I walked over and push the 2 kids down and walked away. The kid (John) walked over and said “I guess I have to sit by you now.” I told him “you can sit where ever you want now, just because I made them leave you alone doesn’t mean you have to sit by me.” John was the first person I ever talked to and he became by best friend until he move 2 years later. He sat beside me almost every day (with the exception of this week or 2 he had a crush on this girl named pam (everyone did)) in kindergarten.
So there are 2 memories that I think made me unique. I didn’t realize it at the time but the first one I realize made me kind of feel special and the second one made me feel good. It’s nice when your in a position to do something good yah know.
You think you know who I am but in reality you don’t
I show you who I want you to see and nothing more
Dark unusual maybe even freakish
Smoke fills the air as I inhale deeply
Trees falling all around me the way they should
I am who I am and nothing can change me but me
I love I despise but I try not to hate
I need to not be so soft I need to be hard and jagged like a rock is suppose to be
I can’t help my feelings not at all
Whispers of confusion are crossing my mind
My heart beats but only for a second I am dead inside and you can’t even see it
Why must I feel this pain why must I go through this alone?
Who are you to question me?