I'm not sure how I should start this out, all I know is it's going to be added on, as something of importance happens in my life, we'll start with my past and work forward, just like life does.
So I guess this is my life, it's weird how i'm putting it out there for people to judge, but doesn't everyone do that anyway?
My name is Sarah, I was born in the small state of Michigan, surrounded by the great lakes. It was 1994 when I was born, and I can't tell you about much of what happened when I was a baby all I know is that my brothers loved me. I have two of them, Tim who is now 28 and Noah who is 24. We moved to New Mexico for a while, where I got a skin disease called Eczema. I had it bad.
MY whole body was covered from head to toe, with itchy red spots, worse then the chicken pox.
I was young and could never understand why people would avoid me wherever I went. Some even gave me funny looks and many people thought I was contagious, although I wasn't. I didn't have many friends because of the way I looked, so my parents tried there hardest to keep me inside the house, so I wouldn't have to go through the pain of people rejecting me. I didn't really mind,
but I could tell my parents did, bad enough that we moved.
We ended up moving back to Michigan. After a few weeks, my eczema cleared up and I was a normal child again, so my parents let me go to school, I was 5 so it was a perfect time to start. I made friends and did everything most normal kids do. Until the summer rolled around. I was missing a lot of the end of school, and was constantly sick. My parents wanted to make sure I was alright so they took me to the doctors. I had to get over 30 shots in my back alone, and about 5 more in each arm, maybe 10 in each leg. It was terrible. I will never forget the pain.
I ended up being allergic to just about everything, except for food, the only real food product I was allergic too was flour. Thank God it was only that. I was allergic to grass, perfume, stuffed animals, pollen, dust, animal hair, or well just animals in general. You name it, I was allgergic to it.
I saw my parents cry for the first time that day. I was beginning to understand that they wanted me to be just like everyone else, and I tried, the best a 6 year old could, to be the same as everyone else.
I hung out with this one girl named Kennady a lot. She ended up being my best friend through those elementary school years. We knew everything about each other, one day she was coming home with me after school and when the bus got my house, we got off, along with about 30 other people. My parents made us go in the house, but we were curious so we watched out the window. I saw my brother and this other guy in the middle of all those people that were getting off the bus., I saw my brother get beat up, and then the other guy did aswell, after a while the cops came.
I ran outside crying when I seen the cops put handcuffs on my brother and stick him in there car.
I litterally begged the cop not to take my brother away. I told them that it was the other guys fault,
that my brother didn't do anything and that I loved him. I didn't want my brother to leave me, I needed him. My parents made me go inside, I wanted to help, but how could I. I hugged and kissed my brother and agreed.
When I was about 8 my older brother named Tim, decided he wanted to go into the air force. He told us how he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Noah, and that he was going to do it no matter what.
I watched him leave me aswell. I learned something that day. I learned that you come into this World alone and you might aswell die alone too. From then on, I was very mature. I grew up much faster and worked harder then any normal kid should do. My childhood was stripped away, and I grew into an adult, at the age of 9.