| Get to know your fellow VGFers: Tell your life's story
In this thread, I want everyone to just give a short little story behind our whole lives. If we understand everyone's history, I think it'll bring us that much closer as a big, smarmy family. It'll also help us feel as though we've been friends for life, even if we've only been here a couple of months. It's good to know a person's story.
My story...
...began in September of 1990, when I was born in a little hospital in Oregon. My mother, Rhonda, and father, Bob, had me and took care of me, and I even got a sister (Amy, 1991) and a brother (Nicky, 1994). My early childhood began good enough. Once I moved to Cornelius (into the same house I've been living in for 14 years to today), I made a bunch of friends. Typical childhood stuff. I entered Kindergarten in 1995, and got switched around classes (apparently I was too old to start the year; I'd have to take next year, but luckily I got to be in the class of '09), and got settled in eventually. It was... an interesting beginning to school. In between 1st and 2nd grades, my very best friend moved away (that ****ing sucked), and I sort of began a social withdrawal by then. In the 2nd grade, I also discovered my knack for writing and illustrating, as did the people around me. I was proud of myself.
Around 4th grade, I started getting subjected to bullying. Didn't do so good for my self-esteem. In the 2002, my family was hit by three very big bombs: my grandfather (my dad's dad) passed away, my uncle (my dad's brother) turned himself in for child molestation and will still be in jail for several years now, and my mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I wasn't too happy then. I eventually lost faith in God and fell out of my family's Christian beliefs to wishy-washy agnosticism, and at times nihilistic atheism. In April 2006, I attempted suicide and was taken to the hospital, and treated for clinical depression. I now take meds for it. I also met a wonderful girl who later became my first love, but the relationship only last six months, and many of you remember how poorly I took the breakup.
From 2007 onward, I've made incredible improvements socially and emotionally. Now almost 18, I love making new friends and I'm not afraid to make an ass out of myself. Future outlook: good.
That's my life story. WHAT'S YOURS? |