Lost Everything

Last night I had a dream where I lost everything in one day. I've lost everything in real life before, but this dream was just terrible. 

I was in a beautiful white dress, the room was decorated in turquoise and white. I was going over my past terrible relationships and why I gave each one everything I had and they all failed. Suddenly I realized I was in a wedding dress, a beautiful flowy dress with a veil that was just a pretty. I was so confused and had no clue who I would be marrying. Suddenly I was at the end of the isle and looked and saw the most gorgeous person. I met them at a bar in real life a few weeks ago. So I was shocked that it seemed like I barely knew this person and we were getting married. But then in the dream I remember I took a chance and asked them out and it turned into a beautiful relationship that people only read about. Then the ceremony barely begun when my betrothed stopped the pastor and apologized saying they couldn't do it, and they ran away. I went home crying. Meanwhile my boss was waiting at home for me, she was yelling at me for messing up something with my car and took it for a drive. She came back with a different car and said it wasn't mine anymore, it was now her oldest kids so that they could drive to work. I became angry and said I didn't want to watch her kids anymore, but that I would still work in her office. She told me no, that if I didn't watch her kids I wouldn't work in the office either and I was fired. So now I had been left at the alter, my car taken away, and jobless/homeless all on one day. I packed some things in a backpack and started walking. Then I woke up. 

Accidental!

When I was 14 i liked to roam around town whenever our parents would let us, which wasn't often. I had a purple bike that I loved riding.sometimes a few of us kids would ride together, others would use scooters. One day I wanted to make cookies and needed to go to the little local gas station to get butter. I wanted to take Liz with me, but only one bike was operational. So I had a great idea, I got a rope and tied a scooter to the back of my bike. Liz wasn't sure about it, but I talked her into it. At first it was ok, then I started riding faster. Liz asked me to slow down, but I didn't. Then the tiny scooter wheel hit a big rock and Liz fell straight against the gravel road. I was terrified, and I went to her, she wanted to go home, because her hand hurt really bad, but the only way home was to walk. So we walked home. Laura took Liz to the hospital, she didn't ask what happened. Turned out Liz had broken her pinkie from the part that connects the the palm, to the middle of the Palm, she had to wear a cast for a month and a half. I felt terrible. Moral of the story is, if there aren't enough bikes....WALK.

Our Main House in Wyoming.

I am the 5th out of 8 children. I was born in Yakima Washinton, moved to Sydney Montana before i was 2. That's where my younger sister was born. A year after that we moved to Medicine Bow Wyoming, where my youngest brother was born. We stayed there for 14 years but we're always moving houses every couple years. We finally settled in the house I remember the most, a light pink double wide with an add on on the front and the back. 3 rooms total, our parents got the master bed and bath of course, then all 4 boys shared a room and the 3 of us girls shared a room. I know that's only 7 kids, but the 8th won't show up until 2010. The house had a nice sized kitchen, and living room, but the laundry room was tiny, always seemed to be filthy no matter how much or hard it was cleaned, and the the rubber tile floor was cracking. Wallpaper was peeling off the walls in every room and never got fixed. The rooms were small for the amount of kids piled in each room, and the carpets were a yellow and brown shag that looked like they'd just walked in from the 60's. We had a large garage that we never used for cars, but for storage, it was old and falling apart a bit anyway. There were 2 apple trees, one crabapple and one small green apple, in the backyard. There was also another small shed which we never went in much. Kevin used it for his ammo shed. He liked hunting and would make his ammo as a hobby.
When our youngest brother, Alex, got to moving around and playing, the youngest 3 of us kids became our own little group who did most things together. During the summer we used to climb the apple trees and find good ones to eat. The crab apples were bitter so we didn't like them so much, but the green apples were our favorite. We could climb the crab apple tree and get onto the roof of the shed and sometimes we'd just sit up there. One day we got an old mattress  and put it at the back of the shed, because the back of the shed was on the other side of the fence, and our parents couldn't see us. Then we would jump off the roof of the shed and onto the mattress. We were all fairly little so we didn't get hurt when we landed on the mattress, but we sure were afraid when jumping. Then as time went on, My younger sister, Elizabeth, and I had been the dinamic duo for a long time, we cut each other's hair and got into trouble together. Then we got older and Liz and Alex were the ones who stuck together and I was the odd one out. But I would soon learn that that worked to my advantage.

Introduction

Greetings.
I don't know if anyone is reading this. Perhaps no one is. But I have a very interesting story about growing up that I wanted to share with the world. Maybe I'll be able to just write down my memories as they come in and gather them all up one day and put them in a book.
For now though, I think I'll just write down different stories on here. Feel free to comment about any of it. Sometimes I'll write just a memory, other times I'll write a small part of a current situation and how it reminds me of something growing up. Some of the stories will be depressing, and others will be silly. I hope you just give this blog a chance.
Thanks.