Free Writing Blog 3

Free Writing Blog 3

Earliest Memories

I remember riding my bike with my brother. We were always outside not like the children I have babysat for. We used to run or ride for hours. I remember picking apples and digging for worms. We used to pick the soft spoiled apples up off the floor to feed to the deer in our backyard.

Scared

One thing that really scared me was when my mother was in the hospital just after my father passed. I remember her calling me into the bathroom after she was spitting up blood, “Call 9-1-1!’. I called, but stuttered the entire time on the phone. This time I was more scared then with my dad because I had already faced what could happen. I remember walking into the room and just standing there with nothing to say. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her and that made it worse. She ended up being okay but it still really scared me.

Important People

I believe that someone who is really important to me is my boyfriend, Steve. He helped me deal with a lot because he has been through many of the things that I have struggled with. I hold back my emotions and he lets his entire out. This makes him so brave to me.
My grandmother is really important to me. When I was little most of the memories that have stuck with me today are from her house. My grandma treated my brother and I like we were her children she always made us feel special. She still says to this day that I am her queen and my brother is her king.
My brother is so important to me. He has witnessed me grow and become who I am today. We have gone through everything together. Growing up everyone thought my brother and I were twins. We have the same hair color and long eyelashes. I don’t really think that we look alike though.

Angry

My ex-boyfriend made me really angry. I gave him everything. He was my first love and I was just a girl to him. We dated for two years and he told me he never loved me. He was tall and strong. He always tried to make people laugh and I think that’s what made me like him in the first place. He never seemed to have as much emotion as I did but then one day everything changed. I guess he just bottled everything up for too long. He let it all out and one of the roughest times in my life began because of this.

Place

A place that is really important to me is my grandmother’s old house. She was always cooking. The house always smelled of either pasta or some other Italian dish. She always had people over but I still felt comfortable. She had two guest bedrooms with two beds in each of them and used them for company all the time. I remember sitting in the living room while my grandma cooked. She would call me into the kitchen and teach me how to roll the dough, measure the ingredients, and prepare the food. I loved cooking with her. She always made me feel a part of her special little gift to the world. When dinner time rolled around she would say, “Gina made everything I just supervised.” This made me smile while everyone talked about how impressed they were. I knew without her I’d never be able to pull it off.

Story

My mom always tells the story about how when I was a baby I cried all night. When she would give me a bottle and I would spit it out. She said I’d be in my room and all of a sudden she’d see the bottle fly out of the room. She likes to talk about how I was a difficult baby all the time.
Another story my family likes to tell about me is when I called 9-1-1 on my brother. He was annoying me before school so I just dialed and hung up. The police showed up and told me it was serious and I remember being so embarrassed.