August 3, 2010

  • Moves....

    In the first 5 years of my live I lived in 5 different houses. I am told when I was born we lived in Colorado Springs, then when I was about 1 we moved to Salida. In Salida we started by living in the house behind the Rupp's this was the first house on C st. Then we moved to a house on G st. Then we moved to a house on C st. A different house than the first one we lived in.

    I don't remember anything about the house on G st. But I do remember moving from there.

    I had spent the day playing with DB. We said our "good bye's" and "see you tomorrow's" he going off with his mom and me staying home. We ate dinner, played a little, cleaned up and went to bed. It was shortly after I went to bed (my 2 older brothers as well) my parents decieded to move us. It seems that the local highschool had rented a flat bed trailer and before they turned it back in my parents asked the kids if they would help us move. My dad was really fun, funny and a youth leader that was loved so they all said "Yes!!!"

    The kids came over, packed up all our stuff in boxed and loaded on the flat bed. When it came to use kids, my mother in all her wisdom (remember this was the '70's) said, "Pack all the boxes on the outside edges of the trailer and we will put the kids in the middle!! They can go on sleeping and won't know the difference."

    I remember a cold chill on my face, seeing the stars and feeling like I was laying on a slant. I sat up, looked around, saw lights and then I noticed my brothers. They were sound asleep so I assumed I was dreaming.  I layed back down and went back to sleep. In the morning I awoke to a new room, new house and boxes all around the place. I woke to find that DB wasn't going to come over that day or any other days that week. I remember being mad about that but being the mostly happy child I was I got over it really fast.

    From that point on I only got to see DB a few days a week and then we moved again to go live in a house right off Highway 50.