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My So Called Life

 

At this time i moved into my nana and papas house with my dad. I loved it there. I got to go to daycare everyday at this home in West Roxbury. This is where i met my best friend Colleen. I started dancing school, swimming lessons and did occasional modeling. Her mom Joyce basically became the mother i never had. She helped out my dad alot , and she was the person that got me involved in these activities. While i was at daycare everyday my dad worked for a company called Ace Glass. I remember that sometimes during the dat Joylce would take me to go and visit him. Everynight at six my dad would pick me up in his green car from daycare. We always had our nightly routine. We came home, i played outside in my barbie hotwheels while my nana cooked dinner, Then we ate, i took a bath and then played boared games with my dad. I loved spending time with my dad and my nana and papa. The made my life secure and peaceful to live in.
             Every weekend until i was six. My papa and i went to the Cape. We would go to dairy queen , the gocarts, the trampolines the the best of all the marshside restraunt. These rountines became a norm for me and i enjoyed them.It made me feel like nothing could go wrong and that my life was consistant, and it was .
             When i turned five my dad saved up enough money to move him and i into an apartment. The complex was called Georgetown apartments. When we moved there i began to have nightmares alot about my mom and that she was going to try to come back to "steal" me from my dad. I also had alot of nightmares about falling out the window and my dad leaving at night after i went to bed. As a result, i slept in my dads room with him every night. i did not go to bed until i made sure he was sleeping. And if he got up at night to get a drink or sumthing, i would atuomaticaly wake up and start crying thinkin that he left. Obviously the changes of not having my nana and papa around made me emotionally upset and hesitant to trust new situations.


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