My life/ voice

I don’t remember much of my childhood, but from the fragments I remember life was good. I was born in the town of LaCrosse, Wisconsin, when I was only 4 months old my family moved to San Antonio, Texas. My dad was a flight surgeon in the Air Force and he was stationed at Wilford Hall Military Hospital. I lived in Texas for four years. Some of my earliest memories there consist of playing in the mud and catching toads and lizards that my mother would soon be prying off of my hand with a butter knife. I was a mischievous little kid, quite frankly I was somewhat of a pain in the butt, I don’t know how my parents dealt with me but they did. I can remember getting my mouth washed out with soap for talking back and saying bad words yet my parents were always there for me, despite the things I did. Some of the best memories are of my dad taking me into the Air Force base to look at the planes and see everything.

At the age of 4, I moved to Spokane, Washington when my dad got out of the service, by then I had a little sister too. I grew up in Spokane and spent the majority of my life there. I went to a catholic school and went to church twice weekly, and then onto a public high school. Looking back I think that the kids out of the catholic school system were worse than the kids from public schooling. I got a good education and I managed to keep myself in line and out of trouble. My parents kept a pretty tight leash on me growing up; in the long run I think it was for the better even though I didn’t think of it that way at first. I landed a job at a butcher shop in 8^th grade; I started out doing a lot of cleaning but by my sophomore year of high school I was cutting meat and waiting on the counter. I worked with some really cool people, and it made work seem more like getting paid to have fun and less like a chore. I still work there to this day and learned some great skills and met some great friends there.

I grew up skiing and so when it came down to choosing a college, I chose MSU for the skiing and the outdoors activities. I was ready to get away from home and get out on my own. I love MSU and I am very glad I made the choice to go there, yet I find myself missing high school and even more surprisingly, work. I keep in touch with everyone back home and in the meantime I’m just busting my butt at school so I can get some good grades and live up to my parents standards. Freshman year is winding to an end quicker than I can imagine and soon I will be back home awaiting another great year of college.