My childhood has been quite eventful. There have been quite a few highs and way too many lows. In the next few paragraphs, I will let you into my personal life by telling you some of my childhood stories that I can remember. Some of the stories are funny, some are sad, some are exiting, and some are boring. The important thing is that all of these stories mean something to me.
One of my earliest memories was when I was 4 years old. My sister, Amanda, had just being born. She was seven to eight weeks premature. After she was born she was placed right into pediatric intensive care and I could not visit her. My grandpa, Ralph, held me up to the window of the room she was in. All I could see was a whole bunch of people standing around a little table. Amanda was in the hospital for about six weeks.
Another thing I remember, that happened about the same time, was when my uncle Kim and Jeff Edwards crashed their car. They were leaving Saskatchewan Place when Jeff and Uncle Kim were hit by a semi truck. The car they were driving was totaled. Uncle Kim was in the hospital for about a week until they release him. Amanda and Uncle Kim were in the hospital at the same time so we could visit them both.
One of my best friends, since I was about seven years old has been Kelly Elliott. We both had the same likes and dislikes. I remember, one time we were both in the city with our own families and we both bought new pedal bikes that were identical. I also can recall when Mathew Mckillop, Kelly, and I used to tow each other around on skateboards with our bikes.