My Childhood

My parents found out I was deaf at 6 months old. They took me to Penn State University for speech therapy classes where I learned to talk. I started school mainstreamed when I was about 5. Other children didn't really understand my deafness at that age, but I was welcomed in their world. After all, at that age, nothing mattered but having fun.

My childhood growing up was pretty much normal. I skinned my knees, ate dirt, cried if I didn't get what I wanted, bullied by my two older brothers, Michael and Jason, time outs in the corner, sneaking junk food, saying outrageous things, getting smacked in the mouth when I used profanity, make up weddings, barbies, and more.

One of the most cherished memory of my childhood was swinging on a wooden swing over the creek at my gram's old house. My cousin, Corinne who was about 13 months younger than me, and I would run to the swing the moment we finished our traditional Sunday dinners at my Gram's. We lived to have fun, we enjoyed flying across the creek holding on the wooden rope swing with all of our strengths. Those moments were the moments where there was not one single worry in the world for us. We were kids, we lived to be kids. At one moment, my brother, Michael tried to pull the swing down, and I kicked him. I protected that swing with my heart. To this day, I think about it, and wish it wasn't pulled down eventually. The adults worried after being used so much that it would get worn out and eventually break off. Not all greatest things in life can last...but memories can.

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