Since it has become a fad to talk about some younger years I just decided that it would be better than just venting out anger everywhere. I am made of anger. And love, its so confusing. So heres my life in a nutshell, will find some time to come back and add some doodles of me and my shi
My mom was an awesome single mom, teaching my brother and I how to be capable, supporting, and unique. I suppose she was the epitome of a strong woman in my eyes and I had a great deal of respect for her. We lived in B.C. which was beautiful and still held so much of the wild when I was young. My family would go pick apples and berries, my mother would bake delicious things and we enjoyed fresh fruit and vegetables. It felt so pure. I would go on adventures being the leader to my two very tall cousins and many of the neighbourhood boys(previous to their parent realizing I was the cause of the ‘adventures‘ and them being banned from following me around all the time), searching for strange creatures among the wildlife just outside town the minute anyone left us alone. We managed to wander through deer, moose and bear territory unharmed day after day. Enjoying picnics while I was searching for the perfect bear to become my perfect steed or building a raft big enough for a group of us to go traveling. Sadly due to what has led to the failure of feminism for many years, my mom felt the need for a man and he became central. We ended up picking up and moving to Manitoba loosing my brother Michael, and gaining two brothers and a sister into my life. In Manitoba there seemed to be much less adventuring to be done. The wildlife wasn’t just right around the next tree or hill. Though I did enjoy swimming in and drinking(ergh) what is now called the beaver pond, and chasing white tailed deer and being one with nature, it was limited. Perhaps from the lack of mountain lions and bears near, I got lonely and started to develop a love for books, particularly fantasy. I ran out of books swiftly and numerous times picked up and read my mothers books, which I just couldn’t fully keep up with(like Anne McCaffrey with her style & sex and Piers Anthony with his extensive puns). I took a great deal of pleasure at this time working with my step father in his wood shop building things. I learned how to work hard and work with tools. Though I did like biking and fighting over who had authority in our area of town with our neighbour Lee(it was mine by the way, I always won the bike races, Lee, ALWAYS).
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Kris
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