MY FIRST YEAR

My mother had me when she was 19 years old.

My real dad wasn’t really around ,but when he was, he’d always be hitting on my mom or my older sister, who was two at the time. So my first year wasn't as good as I thought, or my mother.

My mom finally moved away from my real dad, and I’ve never seen him since because he's been in and out of prison for drugs. We moved in with one of my mom’s friends, and it was better then ever. My mom was working, and basically my first year I was always with my 18 year old babysitter, Cindy.

I still remember her to this day, and she was always like a second mom to me.

My mom really thought that I was a loud baby, especially when I was teething.

I grew up real fast and had a lot of wonderful moments. My sister Luci really was a big help.

She thought it was cool to have a little sister around her age that she could take care of and play with.

Well those are some memories of my first year.