This is the story of how my life’s
been going on. For now, this is not a typical teen’s true story of their high
school days and their senior year, so give some advice there from Keep Calm and
Carry On if you’re a troubled person who was really all 100% messed-up. So this
is the story about a young girl soon-to-be a young adult named Natalie (which
is ME!).
. . .
It began when my parents meet up in 1989-90 at the medical meeting; they
were met for the first time. My dad’s name is David and my mom’s name is Cammie
(formally Camilla). Her maiden name is Cammie Anne Conrad and she first met my
dad at the age of 29-30. My dad is 34-35 years old when he met her. Together
they got to know each other very much.
About their lives: Dad was born and raised in the Los Angeles area of
California, he had 4 brothers and 3 sisters: Pat, Sue, Paul, Roberto, Mark, John
and Liz and good-loving parents Fernando Garcia Marrujo and Dorothy Zeller
Marrujo (Dorothy Louise Zeller to be exactly a maiden name). Dad attended the
School, and even won the middle school spelling bee contest. He graduated from
La Habra High School (Home of the Highlanders) in 1973 and went to college for
Chemistry and Biology. He’s a scientist back then. He almost bought a goat
ranch in California.
About my mom, she was raised in Portland, Oregon. Over 50 years ago,
when there’s a 1962 World’s Fair on Seattle, Fernando was there. Camilla was a
toddler in the stroller. Her father William H. Conrad was there too. I just
want to know how many more members of my family back then. I remember the
Motown music when my parents are growing up. When she’s in elementary school,
she made up a character. Its name is Dirl the Dragon. Dirl the Dragon used to
be famous at the School back then. Her favorite coloring utensil was crayons.
She loves them since she was very little. In 1969, the whole world is watching
the first men on the moon. In 1971, Cammie and her whole family left for
Bellevue, Washington. Her mom’s name is Margaret Moore (which is Margaret
Wagner Conrad Moore to be exact). She had 2 sisters and a brother: Kirsten,
Kennon and Celeste. In 1975, in her mid-teens (sophomore year to be exact), her
parents got divorced because they were married 18 years. Her mom married her
stepfather Gordon Moore February 1976. Cammie was a troubled teen and very low
self-esteemed to be exact. She had to commit suicide but God spared her for
this attempt, though she missed out on the scholarship and had to graduate from
South Eugene High School (Home of the Axemen) in 1978. She ended up educating
on a community college with a Nursing Degree, though the higher education school
(Lane Community College)’s got one of the top 5 in Nursing Degrees in the
nation; and as a result, she became a nurse.
My parents fell in love and got engaged in the Mid-Winter Vacation in
Central America in February 1993. They got married on August 20, 1993 at the
sunset and were set for the honeymoon for a week in California. My dad did the
20-year reunion with his classmates and he even did the family reunion.
Almost 2 in a half years later, they had me. I was born at 4:58pm on
January 21, 1996 at Swedish Hospital in Seattle, Washington. It’s snowing
outside and my grandparents showed up 5 minutes late. I had such a nice time
there, being taken care of by my parents. When I was one year old, my parents
have miscarried Tessa. It was so depressing to have a sibling of my own that,
if I had a little girl of my own, her name is Tessa. One year later, I finally
had a sister of my own and it’s Lauren.
When I was 2 ½ years old, I got diagnosed with autism. My mom had been
crying when I was very unconscious, not knowing what to be aware of, pure
imagination came into my mind. I never knew of what the future may hold. I
learned the alphabet at the age of three years old and I started school.
There’s no hug because of my brain disorder. I am beginning to learn new things
from scratch. I also learned of what fun places to go, what times to do, and
most of all stories to be cherished such as the Very Hungry Caterpillar,
Goodnight Moon, Beluga Whale, and Little Rainbow Fish. When I started
kindergarten on 9/11/2001, there’s a terrorist attack on World Trade Center in
NYC. It’s not the sea monster that came out to destroy it, neither does the mad
scientist putting down a bomb to make it destroy for Doomsday, nor the monster
from the university science lab come down to destroy it completely from punch;
but it’s the two planes that came down to smash the glass of the buildings. People
ran for their lives and about less than an hour or more, one building crashed
down and 15-20 minutes later, another building crashed down. But wait there’s
more: one plane crashed into part of the Pentagon and the outer walls of one of
the five smashed down into pieces, and another plane landed violently into the
empty field in Pennsylvania. About 3,000 people died from the tragic event and
thus the tyranny of the global problems was born into the 21st
century.
When I was seven years old, my whole family had moved into a blue house
in Kirkland, Washington and there we got a English Springer Spaniel named
Zellie in memory of my grandmother. Grandma Marrujo did one last request to me
and my sisters (Lauren and Simone) – we got baptized at Aunt Kirsten’s church.
I was baptized Lutheran 10 years and Foursquare 5 ½ years. All of my
grandfathers died when I was 13 years old. 13 is such an unlucky number and the
first year of teenagehood to lost all three grandpas. I was so sad for them
because they were up in the clouds of heaven. We got another dog which is a
Laborador Retriever named Dakota on Lauren’s 12th birthday. I got
graduated from middle school in 2011 as a Valedictorian, and then I went to
high school which is Juanita High (Home of the Rebels). I liked the school so
much because there’s always very much fun to have been here. In 2012, I was
transferred to the Resource Programming because I graduated from Transitional
Programming. 2013 is one year I may cherish and like to start some blog post.
That was the end of the background story.
No comments:
Post a Comment