The Origins of Andrew physically, and mentally.

as far as I can remember the few memories I have of my childhood start around the age of 4, here's a few of them.


The Hole in my head:

Well it's not physically a hole in my head, but it's a scar. I've had this since pretty much, 4 years old. Jesus. anyways here's the scoop.

I was just a little kid then, bout Yay high *gestures about 3 feet* anyways I had neighbors, from what I remember their last name were the janowskis? Jancuskas? I don't remember, I should feel horrible for not remembering. they had three daughters, one older than me, one about my age, and another about my brothers age.

we were in my house

KTN-Kitchen
DR-Dinning Room
LR-Living Room

the red line depicts the path taken, variable speeds ranging from 4mph to 5mph
haha not really.

but the picture is true, We were running playing tag but I decided to run in a circle. about the 4th or 5th time around I was dumb and closed my eyes before entering the kitchen, I hit right where the blue circle is, It was a pretty devastating I heard screams from the 3 girls before I blacked out.

4 hours later I woke up in pain, the scent of lemon salt and blood came from my forehead. I had no idea what remedies my parents performed on me, but to my fragile 4 year old body, I couldn't handle any of it, I woke up screaming it was rather horrible.

from then on I had always been asked about it, I would tell people I ran into a wall, I sounded pathetic, but does it sound more pathetic when I mention I was being chased by girls?

end story.


Literal Sensory-

as a kid I always thought Literally, for example I thought a ford explorer was literally a car that can explore areas other cars can't. dumb

~there's a few other ones but I can't remember I'll edit it later~

but this one also relates to the J family from earlier. we had headed over to our neighbors house to have a play date! but they were sick! they had chicken pox! of course at the time, I had no idea what chicken pox, as a kid, when I hear the word chicken I think cooked chicken.

so when the mother told me "I'm sorry 'blah blah' can't come out to play, she has chicken pox."

of course my childlike senses instantly thought A bucket of chicken. you know the generic looking one a red and white stripped (vertically) bucket full of chicken.

"Oooh I want chicken pox, does it taste good?" I say.

my mom tells me chicken pox is a sickness. but then she thought "Andrew hasn't had it yet."

the next morning I had chicken pox.

End story.


Finger in the stick:

I'm overweight I'm not going to deny it. I always thought about how it happened. it was pretty much an increase in McDonalds intake and quitting the soccer team D:

but I recently remembered a past me and some really bad habits.

be it Sucking my thumb and rubbing my right ear to go to bed (solved when my parents put pepper on my thumb every night haha)

but when I was a kid I loved butter. unfortunately I had no limits to my butter intake. I wound up eating butter straight from the stick. my parents caught me one day struggling to grab a stick of butter from the counter in my kitchen.

it was sad.

end story.