I'm sharing the first page of my memoir with u anyway....AND ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED AND PLACES to protect my privacy
I think that my purpose in life is to share my story with people. My story is unlike any other, unique and humbling but also filled with action and excitement. I know that I’m only 15 and I probably don’t know as much as someone who’s older than me, but I do know a lot for my age. I was forced to grow up fast and never had time to look back, and now I am reflecting on all that’s happened, and it’s been a surprising experience. I wrote this book to share that with you and all the people of the world, So that they can read it and give it to the next generation to come. So here it goes, my story the way I was born, brought up and how I came here today.
On August 30th 1994 I was born at The Med hospital in Birmingham, Alabama. I weighed 5 pounds 3 ounces and my parents were Lawrence Tanner and Delilah Resse. Before I tell you my story I want to tell you a bit about my parents, both of who had their good and bad qualities. My mother Ms. Delilah Erin Resse (also known as Dell or Ms. Resse to her students) was born on August 27th, 1953 in Birmingham. Her parents were Nellie and Stuart Resse. Her mother was a holocaust survivor and a secretary (also a tutor later in life) and her father managed a grocery store. She also had a sister whose name was Lisa who her mother favored deeply. She was always ignoring my
Mother’s accomplishments, and when that happened my mom would always run to her grandmother, Faye. From what I've heard Faye was an excellent person and an even more wonderful grandmother and friend. My mom would run to her whenever she needed to just get away. When my mother was around 16, she developed anorexia and my grandmother found out and was very angry and subsequently pulled my mom out of the treatment center she was in. My mother’s symptoms subsided over the years but because she never got treated she developed complications such as heart problems and depression. The story in my family goes that both of my grandfathers worked in a hair gel factory and got leukemia. My mom’s father died when my mom was 19. When my mom was 18 she went to Peabody college (now known as Vanderbilt University) and got her masters in teaching. She began teaching at a local elementary school back in Birmingham and one day her friend Anne introduced her to her cousin, my father Lawrence Tanner. My father was born on December 9th, 1950. His parents were Matilda and Stanley Tanner and he had a brother that was 7 years older than him, Eric Tanner. My grandfather died when my dad was 12 of leukemia (see above) . My uncle says that after that my father became very angry and ignored his mother, he says that he never made a connection with others. But he was also upset over the death of his father and the sacrifices that he now had to make for his family. When my father was 18 he went to university of Oklahoma but after a year there he transferred to the university of Texas where he dropped out after a year, he never finished college. After that he went back to Birmingham where he became a toy buyer. I don't really know how long my parents went out before my father proposed, nor how long they were engaged for, all I know is that my parents were married sometime during the year 1982. When I was younger my mom showed me pictures of her wedding they were beautiful, my mom looked like a princess and my dad looked as handsome as he could get, it was nice. I don’t know how they were married 12 years before I was born, my parents never seemed to get along after, maybe I did that to them but I don’t think so. I think they might have just grinned and bearded it for the sake of not being alone. Because of all my moms health problems she wasn't supposed to be able to have children so when I came along everyone thought of me as a miracle child. My uncle said this was a very good time for my mom; she gained weight and was very happy. Unfortunately, shortly before my mother became pregnant her grandmother died at the age of 95 and my mom wanted to name me after her but she told my mom not to name her child fanny. My parents also had a deaf Boston terrier, trucker who died of (it's debatable) either an asthma attack or starvation the day I was born.
There you have it...thats only the beginning
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