Started a new tactic for writing these. Blog titles will be the song I'm currently listening to as I write this.
Today's Question is...
What is your favorite memory and why?
Like everything else I've posted so far, I can't just one or two. It's a long list. I would have to say that my favorite memory is a bit harder to explain. I have several, and a lot of them are from my younger years. After 14, I started to get really depressed and forget who I was, thus, most of my memories are before that time.
When I was four I had to go and get some shots, my dad was on the road at the time. He wouldn't make the appointment on time. Mom told him I left my rabbit at home and was in hysterics. Well, dad picked up a random rabbit at the gas station and came to meet me at the doctor's office. He told me if I didn't cry, I would get the bunny. I cried...but I still got the bunny. I've had it ever since, and for some time, it was one of the many things I carried with me on a daily basis. When I was little, there were three things I was always seen with, my rabbit, my pillow, and my baby blanket. Of the three, I still have the rabbit.
The rabbit has had five names over the years. Bugs, Hopper, Thumper, Bunnie, and Bunbun. Of all of them, Bunbun was the only one that stuck...the reason behind that was because it was the name my grandfather gave it.
When I was sixteen I remember I was in a really bad place. I was dating an abusive boyfriend, both physically and mentally. I remember I had stopped going to church and I got more and more depressed by the day. Eventually, over Christmas break, I tried to commit suicide. We, as in Darren, dad and I, were on our way to WV to visit my mom at her friend's house. She was talking to my dad, and I was upstairs sleeping. Thomas and Darren went outside, and Tom said" We should throw her in Camp Adams for a while, see how long she survives", and Darren followed it up with" I wouldn't do that, she might try to kill herself", to which Thomas said "No, she's not that stupid"...so Darren said "Go look at her arms"...
This started, literally, and all out war in our family. The next thing I remember was getting yelled at for how stupid I was.
The thing I remember the most about that night, however, was when my mom came in and said "You better go apologize to your brother. He's hysterical, thinking he's going to lose his baby sister."
Until then, I never thought he cared.
When I was nineteen I met this really cool guy online. We started talking, and eventually it went from there. We were calling each other, and mailing each other things. Well, I always assumed I was that kind of girl that people didn't like. And one night, out of nowhere he says to me "Are you going to be okay, my angel?" And I thought about this and said; "I'm no angel"...to which he replied with "You're mine."...I've seen him differently ever since.
And yes. I still love you. =D
I remember that :)
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