I've been tagged...

by Camy Tang! (I guess I should check my email a little more often.)

I am supposed to tell where I was 10-20-30 years ago. (I barely remember what I did this morning, so I had to call my mom on this one for some help!)

10 years ago--I was living in Tampa, Florida with my Mom and her husband and my sister. They had been married for about 6 months or so, and I was adjusting to having a "guy" around the house again. (No more running from the bathroom to the bedroom without a robe.) Having decided to switch my career from Interior Design to teaching English, I was almost finished with my degree at USF (GO BULLS!), while working for Busch Gardens! (Hey! I was 22, and they're across the street from each other! Plus, I could go to the park whenever I wanted to and bring friends since I was given six tickets a year! B-e-n-e-f-i-t-s!)


20 years ago--I was living in Parkersburg, West Virginia with my Mom and sister, while attending Hamilton Jr. High. I wasn't very popular in the seventh grade, but I did LOVE art and I sang in the choir (much to my music teacher's chagrin). I was going to run track, but the track teacher wanted me to jump the hurdles and they were taller than I was, so I told him "no thanks." (Yep--making BIG mistakes even then.)

I also remember Mr. Belasco, our famous science teacher because he used to through chalked up erasers at people who were talking and spray sleeping students with his water bottle. He was feared at the beginning of the year, but I had the best time in his Life Science class. We kept spiral-bound notebooks for his class, and I remember drawing the diagrams from our Science books into my notebook and coloring them with my colored pencils. It was also my first time taking a foreign language (French) and having a "real" locker.

My seventh grade year was my last year in West Virginia. My Mother's plant had lay-offs, so we ended up moving to Florida and staying with my grandparents the next year of school before moving again. I miss the smallness of Parkersburg, but I'm sure it's grown immensely and I would never recognize it.


30 years ago--I was two years old. My Mom said that we had just moved back to Alamogordo, New Mexico from Coolville, Ohio (yes, that's its real name!). I've always been very curious, so one day I decided to run out the back gate of our backyard (each house was fenced in and there was an alley between each group of homes on a street) and took off down the alley on my own for a brief time-period. (I told her that I've always been an adventurer at heart, but my Mom didn't find it very funny.)

My Mom also said that we went to some marketplace in Mexico. The only things I remember about the trip are: my grandfather holding me most of the time, because I remember waking up against his shoulder and looking down at all of the things on display. I also remember trying to understand what one of the men was saying to me. I also remember picking out a little coin change-purse (which, I think, went to charity a few years ago) to carry with me. My Mom informed me that the people at that booth gave me the change purse because they thought that I was cute, and they had never seen anyone with such blond little curls. (If you've seen my niece, you'd understand. I now have dark, VERY straight hair and look nothing like her.)


I typed a bit more than I intended, but it was kind of neat to think about my life a bit. I told my Mom that I should probably write it all down some day since I move quite often, but I know it will take me forever to figure out where all I've lived.

Tag! You're it...mad4books, OJB, Literary Feline, and M.C. Pearson. (Don't blame me...it started with Mary DeMuth.)