Here's a tl;dr post for ya.
One night in August or September of 1995. It was the night I saw a UFO, big time. Aliens? Who knows. UFO? Yes. It was, to me, an unidentified flying object, glowing red, zipping all over the sky, and changing size. I had just started 6th grade, and of course at that age my first thought was aliens but then my mind started flooding with a million other explanations. It did mess with me for a while, but I handled it and over time just accepted that I'll never know what it was. But it was freakin' weird. It was the first serious experience I'd had by myself, that I had to deal with by myself (because no one else would believe it), and it kinda made me grow up a little. I saw two ghosts when I was two, but I was too young to really comprehend any of it so that doesn't count.
July 2nd, 2003 - The day I ran away to Maryland with Derick. One of the hardest things I've ever done.
August 25th, 2003 - The day my grandmother died, which I still partially blame myself for to this day. She wasn't strong enough to deal with the stress and grief of my sudden departure, and I think that contributed to her having a heart attack. Plus, if I had never left, I would have been home and right there with her when she started having it. I lived in the living room at that time, and she would spend all day at our house, so I would have been aware of it immediately and could have gotten her help. Instead, she sat on the couch for an hour before she yelled to my brothers. Anyway, those two days introduced me to a kind of grief and feeling of guilt that I had never experienced before. It made me really start questioning and analyzing my decisions before I make them, which has served me well ever since.
However, if none of that had ever happened, my family would still be living in a dump. Long story, hard to explain, but it's true. Her death enabled my family to have a decent house to live in.
One night in August or September of 1995. It was the night I saw a UFO, big time. Aliens? Who knows. UFO? Yes. It was, to me, an unidentified flying object, glowing red, zipping all over the sky, and changing size. I had just started 6th grade, and of course at that age my first thought was aliens but then my mind started flooding with a million other explanations. It did mess with me for a while, but I handled it and over time just accepted that I'll never know what it was. But it was freakin' weird. It was the first serious experience I'd had by myself, that I had to deal with by myself (because no one else would believe it), and it kinda made me grow up a little. I saw two ghosts when I was two, but I was too young to really comprehend any of it so that doesn't count.
July 2nd, 2003 - The day I ran away to Maryland with Derick. One of the hardest things I've ever done.
August 25th, 2003 - The day my grandmother died, which I still partially blame myself for to this day. She wasn't strong enough to deal with the stress and grief of my sudden departure, and I think that contributed to her having a heart attack. Plus, if I had never left, I would have been home and right there with her when she started having it. I lived in the living room at that time, and she would spend all day at our house, so I would have been aware of it immediately and could have gotten her help. Instead, she sat on the couch for an hour before she yelled to my brothers. Anyway, those two days introduced me to a kind of grief and feeling of guilt that I had never experienced before. It made me really start questioning and analyzing my decisions before I make them, which has served me well ever since.
However, if none of that had ever happened, my family would still be living in a dump. Long story, hard to explain, but it's true. Her death enabled my family to have a decent house to live in.
