This Little Thing Called “Life”
by Sydney Michelle
Artwork: Sydney
- Joined Mar 2017
- Published Books 1
Copyright © 2017
My name is Sydney and I am currently 24 years old. I was born to Rick and Jennifer Kaiser in 1992. I have an older sibling named Megan who is two years older than me. My two younger siblings are Molly and Jarett. Molly was born to my dad and Jarett was born to my mom. When I was just two years old, my parents got a divorce.
Growing up I thought it was the worst thing in the world to have divorced parents. Even today sometimes it bothers me during certain family situations but it’s okay. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my parents were still together and wonder how family gatherings would be…and my wedding…but I realize both of my parents are happier now. My parents got a divorce when I was only 18 months old, so I spent my entire childhood back and forth every other weekend and Wednesday nights. I thought this was awful as a child. I would cry wanting to go back to my moms, and I took everything that each set of parents did for me, for granted. I thought mom and dad were just trying to make my life miserable but the older I got the more I realized that wasn’t the case. I realize now that it just meant I was able to make memories with each set of parents and I would like to share some of these memories with you while you read my life story.
Me, my mom, and sister lived in a subdivision in Columbia, that came to a dead end. There were duplexes on the left side of the street and duplexes plus a few houses on the right side of the street. My great grandma, known as Grandma Next Door (to this day) lived in the left side of our duplex while we lived in the right side of the duplex. I thought this was the best thing in the world, and I still miss it to this day. Because of this, I became super close to my grandma. Every day after school she would watch me get off the bus and I would run to her and we would watch soap operas while eating sliced dill pickles and carrots with Italian dressing. My grandma was one of my very best memories as a child, and as an adult today. I would give anything in the world to sit next to her on the couch while she “watches” her drama filled tv shows. We had neighbors in our back yard who my sister (Megan) and I became friends with. Really it was my sister being friends with Ashton, and Chelsea and I arguing and not wanting to be friends. For some reason we didn’t get along too well. There was also a girl across the street who we all “didn’t like” named Brody. Brody quickly became known as Grody Brody.
When I wasn’t spending time with my grandma I was getting into trouble with my sister and neighbor friends. Any time my sister or I would get in trouble, we would be sent upstairs to our room. This wasn’t a punishment for us, we actually loved the upstairs because we had it all to ourselves, but mom doesn’t know this. 😉 My sister taught me that when we were sent upstairs, we could open our bedroom window and talk to our friends through their bedroom windows as well. This quickly became routine for us. Soon after, mom started to find out that we had a little too much fun when we were in trouble so we got our own rooms. This was even better! There was a long hallway that connected our rooms so since we couldn’t step out of our rooms, we would keep one foot in and stretch as far out as we could and talk (argue) the entire time. The second we heard mom get closer we would jump back into our rooms and act like our punishment was just the worst!
One time, my sister was outside playing with Ashton so Chelsea and I started to play together just because we had no one else to play with. I convinced Chelsea to spin me in the swing which quickly ended badly. Next thing you know, I am screaming like I had just broke every bone in my body, because “Chelsea had got my hair stuck in the sting rope.” Looking back, it was definitely my fault… but let’s just blame Chelsea. Mom heard me scream and had to come cut my hair out of the swing, I never forgave Chelsea for this because of course, she was out to get me.
Another time we were playing with all the neighbor girls, a ball had gotten stuck in a storm drain. My sister convinced me since I was the smallest, I should go down and get it. This seemed like a terrible idea especially because there was rats and other creepy animals in the drain all the time. But I thought I would take up the challenge and show the girls how tough I was. About 10 minutes later of me freaking out having a panic attack, Megan decided it was time to go get mom to let her know I was stuck and never going to get out. I just knew my life was over and I was going to spend the rest of my life being fed through these bars and sleeping with the rats. Mom was so angry at all of us kids but she finally talked my way out of the drain and I was able to return to my normal life.
My life might not have been simple, but it could have been a lot worse and I sure did have an adventurous childhood. I am very thankful for every member of my family and I love that we continue to make memories together.
THE END
Published: Mar 14, 2017
Latest Revision: Mar 14, 2017
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