z,y,x,w,v,u,t,s,r,q,p,o,n,m,l,k,j,i,h,g,f,e,d,c,b,a

So I’ve said a lot about my mother who was pulling her hair out in these days, but my dad was another case. I had always wondered what had caused me to be such a wild un-controllable kid. After a while of thinking I came to my conclusion, dad.

Ever since I was a toddler learning my ABC’s he would mess with me. My dad is one of the most humorous people I know, when you’re not the victim. My mom would successfully get me to sing “a,b,c,d,e,f,g,….. now I know my ABC’s next time wont you sing with me?” Well, my dad was next to sing with me. He found it hilarious to scramble them up. “z,y,x,w,v,u,t,s,r,q,p,o,n,m,l,k,j,i,h,g,f,e,d,c,b,a” Funny only when you aren’t the only kinder gardener who sang the ABC’s wrong. No wonder I hated flash cards. This is one of the multiple child hood traumas I have had.

For the first 7 years of my life I believed strawberry ice cream was called “pitipoti”. Why? Everyone at the grocery store would get a kick out of the little blonde toddler asking for pitipoti ice cream.

These are not the only cases I have to state my theory. There was the time when my dad intended to teach me how to surf. Before I knew it there was a surf board smack in my face and I was crying amongst the waves. Who found this hilarious? Certainly not the ten year old who for two weeks went to school with a black eye. After this experience I insisted on a private professional trainer.

I don’t regret a single moment though; these are the things that make me who I am today. My dad built my strong character; He taught me that every fall is a chance to get back up. My crazy wild child hood gave me memories and experiences to tell. All the hard times I gave my mom made my relationship with her the strong one it is today. These are the moments that make me who I am.