Post by possiblyprodigal on Aug 11, 2008 17:37:28 GMT -6
This is Chris, saying hi to everybody. Oh, btw, I generally have something to bring to the table (& yourmom) on any discussion, so I hope I don't look dumb when I post, but post I shall nonetheless. This should be quite the place for intelligent philosophizing!
But about me: (this is long, because all of it is part of me)
I don't really have a very good memory, but I've been told some things about when I was young that I generally believe; I was born (most likely by accident) in June of 1992. About six months later my parents got a divorce for a reason I've never known (maybe it was the combo of rebel, independent atheist dad and depressed, introvertive mom) and so began many moves. My dad got together with a mean old (b/w)itch of about 5 feet in height and 3 in width who really seems like a bad choice all around, but that was his choice. She's the one who taught me all the swear words by yelling them into my face while grabbing my collar and holding me 2-3 inches away from her nose. Makes an excellent rhubarb delight dessert, though. She's also the one who had a daycare center in our house (btw, my dad's house was built of boxcar sides when we moved in; there was dead birds and living frogs in our walls when we tore them out- that was creepy) but after people complained about their kids showing up home with spanking bruises for not being potty trained, the courts ended that. Seriously. My dad, however is a very kind person, though sort of stubborn in his views against anything too out there or optimistic. He is very smart, (at least used to be) a hard worker, and is a "man of the land"; farm-raised. He & her have since had my little sister (11) and brother (6) who are generally fighting, subverting rules (My stepmom is only good at giving them empty threats) and being kids. But my little brother can be pretty cool, and is AMAZING at baseball. If only baseball mattered.
Onto my mom's side, she had two kids in a previous marriage, my older brother (24) and sister (26) who are very wild and crazy. Just as one example for each, my brother was drunk one night and saved a man in a superman costume from jumping off of a bridge (he was a mascot for something in St. cloud) and my sister survived flipping he car end-over-end FIVE TIMES without ANY scratches or scrapes- and only because she was drunk and limp! Yeah, they're like that. So anyways, I grew up for a while in (don't laugh) a trailer park. But all I remember is going into the tornado shelter and coming out to find our neighbor's roof in our yard. That was cool, but I was like 5 when we left, so I don't define myself as "trailer-folk". Then we moved into a 'duplex' where I was until I was 9. That's where I met John, a kid several years older than me who still hung out with me in the little cattail pond behind us-our fort. He never lied to me, was always cool, and is now a long-haired missionary. I had a handful and a half other friends, but they've sort of faded in my memory since I left, even my best friends Cody and Josh. Cody I knew from my 'High potential' class, Josh from us being the kings of our school. Yes, even I was once a king of the schoolyard. Only one of my K-3 friends is still in touch, and that only because we're both in scouts (yes, I am, since kindergarten, and almost an eagle, too) and he is one of those people you gotta love. But when I was 9, my mom married my stepdad, and we moved into his house in the middle of no where in Lake Elmo, just in the tip of Mahtomedi school district. Now again, I have poor memory, but it seemed like I had only a handful at most of even "school-only-friends" my first two years, and with no one around me, I was pretty lonely. At times very. But that caused me to go for knowledge even more than I had, and also perhaps religion, too. At that house I was free in our 2.5+ acres of woods to roam nature, and it was there that I really met GOD for the first time (maybe?). I was watching lightning before a storm, prayed for an impressive display of lightning with minimal thunder, and to my stunned surprise, got it. A sheet, not bolt, sheet of lightning spread across the entire sky, horizon to horizon with the sound of a muffled drum. I can't verbalize the profound impact that had. But it was amazing. I've heard from Him after that too, and only lost the continuous feeling of His presence about a year and a half ago. I've been trying to find/reconnect with Him ever since. But at age 14, my mom and stepdad got a divorce, we moved out and into several townhouses, from Woodbury to Oakdale where I found a bloody knife wrapped in electrical tape in a closet (WTF?!) and had to sleep on pool floaties and lawn chairs. Not too uncomfortable, I must say. But during that time (up until this spring) I stayed at Mahtomedi and gained many friends , and became closer to those I had known earlier, deverex being my main man now and joined cross country, and for a season, track. I've grown a lot in many ways, and hope that is reflected in my posts and that perhaps this forum will continue my growth. That, Wikipedia and school.
But about me: (this is long, because all of it is part of me)
I don't really have a very good memory, but I've been told some things about when I was young that I generally believe; I was born (most likely by accident) in June of 1992. About six months later my parents got a divorce for a reason I've never known (maybe it was the combo of rebel, independent atheist dad and depressed, introvertive mom) and so began many moves. My dad got together with a mean old (b/w)itch of about 5 feet in height and 3 in width who really seems like a bad choice all around, but that was his choice. She's the one who taught me all the swear words by yelling them into my face while grabbing my collar and holding me 2-3 inches away from her nose. Makes an excellent rhubarb delight dessert, though. She's also the one who had a daycare center in our house (btw, my dad's house was built of boxcar sides when we moved in; there was dead birds and living frogs in our walls when we tore them out- that was creepy) but after people complained about their kids showing up home with spanking bruises for not being potty trained, the courts ended that. Seriously. My dad, however is a very kind person, though sort of stubborn in his views against anything too out there or optimistic. He is very smart, (at least used to be) a hard worker, and is a "man of the land"; farm-raised. He & her have since had my little sister (11) and brother (6) who are generally fighting, subverting rules (My stepmom is only good at giving them empty threats) and being kids. But my little brother can be pretty cool, and is AMAZING at baseball. If only baseball mattered.
Onto my mom's side, she had two kids in a previous marriage, my older brother (24) and sister (26) who are very wild and crazy. Just as one example for each, my brother was drunk one night and saved a man in a superman costume from jumping off of a bridge (he was a mascot for something in St. cloud) and my sister survived flipping he car end-over-end FIVE TIMES without ANY scratches or scrapes- and only because she was drunk and limp! Yeah, they're like that. So anyways, I grew up for a while in (don't laugh) a trailer park. But all I remember is going into the tornado shelter and coming out to find our neighbor's roof in our yard. That was cool, but I was like 5 when we left, so I don't define myself as "trailer-folk". Then we moved into a 'duplex' where I was until I was 9. That's where I met John, a kid several years older than me who still hung out with me in the little cattail pond behind us-our fort. He never lied to me, was always cool, and is now a long-haired missionary. I had a handful and a half other friends, but they've sort of faded in my memory since I left, even my best friends Cody and Josh. Cody I knew from my 'High potential' class, Josh from us being the kings of our school. Yes, even I was once a king of the schoolyard. Only one of my K-3 friends is still in touch, and that only because we're both in scouts (yes, I am, since kindergarten, and almost an eagle, too) and he is one of those people you gotta love. But when I was 9, my mom married my stepdad, and we moved into his house in the middle of no where in Lake Elmo, just in the tip of Mahtomedi school district. Now again, I have poor memory, but it seemed like I had only a handful at most of even "school-only-friends" my first two years, and with no one around me, I was pretty lonely. At times very. But that caused me to go for knowledge even more than I had, and also perhaps religion, too. At that house I was free in our 2.5+ acres of woods to roam nature, and it was there that I really met GOD for the first time (maybe?). I was watching lightning before a storm, prayed for an impressive display of lightning with minimal thunder, and to my stunned surprise, got it. A sheet, not bolt, sheet of lightning spread across the entire sky, horizon to horizon with the sound of a muffled drum. I can't verbalize the profound impact that had. But it was amazing. I've heard from Him after that too, and only lost the continuous feeling of His presence about a year and a half ago. I've been trying to find/reconnect with Him ever since. But at age 14, my mom and stepdad got a divorce, we moved out and into several townhouses, from Woodbury to Oakdale where I found a bloody knife wrapped in electrical tape in a closet (WTF?!) and had to sleep on pool floaties and lawn chairs. Not too uncomfortable, I must say. But during that time (up until this spring) I stayed at Mahtomedi and gained many friends , and became closer to those I had known earlier, deverex being my main man now and joined cross country, and for a season, track. I've grown a lot in many ways, and hope that is reflected in my posts and that perhaps this forum will continue my growth. That, Wikipedia and school.