I ran away.

August 1991.

I was fed up. I was an angry and no one understood me. I was 13 years old, and I was running away. It was pointless to stay, no one listened to me, and my mom was a total spaz as always. Dad was even getting angry at me. I was so pissed at everyone, Susie is at least smart to go hide in her room.

So I spent at least 2 hours packing up my whole room, taking what was necessary to survive the outside world. I packed it all up, it took two trips to lug it all out back. Why out back you ask? Well because I was moving to my little red pup tent in the back yard. I stayed out there for a good hour until it was dinner time. Then I moved back in, my mom is a really good cook. Plus I was bored out there.

I can only hope that is as far as my kids run away. I try to be chill with them and not over react to every thing they do. I want them to come to me for advice with friends and life. But I want them to also understand that I am the one that will be mean, and strict. But it's for them and they will appreciate me for it later. Until then I will set up the pup tent and make a really good dinner.

A new idea with old memories

I think I am going to start doing blogs on old memories, and stories when I can. I have so many that I want to pass down to my kids, so why not throw them in once in a while for some fun to the readers, get to know Jacki just a bit more, and as a legacy to my kids... good idea... now if I can follow through, that is another story.