Bippity-Boppity-boo. Is often the words that people contact with magic. When we think of magic we think of things like Santa, the tooth fairy, fairy god mothers, tricks and many other things. All these things are wonderful to believe in as long as you don't believe in them past your childhood. But, I don't agree. What's wrong with believing?

As a child I was all about believing in magic. I remember believing that everything wa good and pure. I did not believe in bad or negative things. I use to think that Tinker Bell was real, I would spend hours upon hours catching lighting bugs believing that they were magicial fairies. Santa was real. eve

As  a child everything was magical to me. I remember traveling with my dad and see things I wasn't use to.



Somewhere along the way I lost my ability to believe.
My entire life I grew up seeing and believing in the magic of love.  Then my parents split. To a child this is the end of the world; their world. My parents were my idiol, as a child I had never seen someone love the way my parents did. and then they just stopped. I then stopped beliving in the magic of the world. I didn't understand why this was happening, I no longer viewed the world as pure.

Growing up I had two dads, one mom, and three sets of grandparents. Sounds confusing right? Well here's how it goes. Right after my mother graduated from high school she married her high school sweet heart. As it goes everything was peachy for the first few years, these two brought a baby named Courtney into this world

AS a little girl I looked up to my mother and my fathers relationships. I always wanted love and to be happy. My parents were the ideal couple, we had a nice home, my mother was allowed to stay home with us. To me this was everything, and then it wasn't anymore. My mom and dad would spend hours upo

toilet paper

Do you realize how many fights start because some people refuse to change the toilet paper roll. I mean really is it that hard to grab a new one and put it where it belongs? I mean really, Its absolutely the most annoying thuing when you go into the bath and there isnt toilet paper, or when its put uppside down. dont even get me started on it being left on the back of the toilet...Ugh, some peoples children i swear.
 Speaking of toilet paper rolls i once read rhis story about a spider being on the inside of a roll and when you went to grab a piece it came out on your hand, now im not afraid of spiders but lets just say i would not appericate one coming out on my hand.. Speaking of spiders... I also read this story about three random people from florida becoming extreemly ill. i think at least one of them died, im not exactly sure on that part. Anyways.. they were ill and the doctors couldnt figure out what was wrong with them so they traced their steps back and figured out in the last week all three at the same Olive Garden. So they at first thought it was the food that was causing this and then they fought an odd mark on the body of one the people and figured out it was a spider

dice

A square with the number 1-6 on it. i find this object the most pointless thing, but it is use in some many diffenet things. When I was child my sister and I would roll the dice and whoever got the highest number would be the person in charge. Well my older sister seemed to always be the one in charge.. How weird is that? She would always some how land on the 5 or 6.. Cheater. She would boss me around and make me let her play with my easy bake oven or give her my ice cream. I remember i had this sweet barbie that she made me give her. She was always doing things like this to me. I even remember how muc i use to love eating cookies but she once told me that oreos gave little kids cancer so i had to stop eating them. But, I remember i once took a bite out of butter and i blamed it on courtney and courtney blamed it on me. HAHA she was so made that we had to stand in the corner because i wouldnt tell them i did it. Pay back.. My sister and I always fought, its so crazy looking back to see how close we have became. I guess time does change everything. My sister now lives 15 hours away, and I miss her everyday.

wallet

I have this bad habit and I mean bad habit about not carrying a purpse or wallet on me.....
I carrying everything in my jacket pockets. Ever since I was able to drive i have probably had to get 3 new IDs. I had had to get new back cards numorous times. I have lost countless amounts of cash. Just a few weeks ago I had a 100 dollar bill on me that i was suppose to take to the bank. well before i even left the house I had lost it. I was not able to find it either. Well on y birthday which was last friday I had my only access to money in my jacket pocket/. I had shopped all day long with no  problems and the i get this email saying that my card was shut of and the it was reported stolen. I started freaking out because i hadnt reported it stolen so i didnt understand what was going on, turns

credo

I believe in respect. I believe that family is the most important thing this world has to offer. I believe that without the support and faith a family gives you wouldn't know right from wrong.I have always relied on my family to keep me grounded. With my family I have a accomplished so much. I decided to go to school so I can make my mother proud and to give my brother someone to look up to. My mother has gone to the end of the world for me and I owe her everything for the life she has given. I am beyond blessed. I want to look back at my life and be someone worth respect. I will live my life as respectfully as I can.
This sounds silly, but that's what I've always wanted. I've always wanted to be someone with a career. I wanted to have a foot print in this world. I believe that in life if you don't work hard for something you will never have the satisfaction of accomplishing something great. Hard work is something my mother has always installed and punished upon us. She never gave up on us.





Response:
 I read the grown up barbie response and it hit home for me. As a child I always idolized my older sister she was beautiful, smart, funny, and so humble. I wanted to be my sister, I would spend my time following her around, dressing like her, and talking like her. Looking back its so silly, but she was a such a great girl to look up. I can relate to this story because I feel like everyone has someone or something they look up to and strive to be as great as that thing/person. Looking up to someone or something is fantastic it will really punish you to be the best possible you! As I have grown up I have really became my own person. I no longer wish to be my sister I only wish to be me. But, I am thankful everyday for my sister showing me its pretty great to just be me. I didn't idolize barbie, but my sister was my barbie growing up.

Road Trip

My first trip on my own, A ROAD TRIP FROM HELL. Six of my friends decided last minute we were going to go to Florida, we had one week to plan this little trip out. I hated my job so I quit and went with them. We took a little 5 seater car with four girls and two boys. We were already packed in, but with four girls we didn't pack lightly. For the first hour we were all so excited couldn't wait to get there, no one complained just enjoyed themselves. Well the didn't last long... About two hours into the trip everyone got cranky; I mean really cranky. No one could move let alone breathe because we were so packed in. Well then dome one got the bright idea of one of us riding in the trunk. Well I just happened to be the lucky winner of the idea. So we moved are million and five bags around to make room for me; WORST IDEA EVER.  I have never in my life been so uncomfortable or annoyed in my life.

My Driving

I can honestly say I don't know who in their right mind would ever allow me to drive, my parents would most likely agree with you. I remember the first time my father ever let me get behind the wheel, I was just about to turn 16. Oh boy, that was a dad. I gave my dad some wipe lash, let's just say I was a little touchy on the brakes;) When I finally turn 16 it took me three times just to pass the driving test. I remember the first time I failed I just blew it off, then the second time I balled like a baby: I just knew I was never going to pass. When I finally passed I was so pumped I hit a pole in the Wal-Mart parking lot, side swiped a car and rammed a cart. Let's just say thank god I wasn't given a new car and thankfully I didn't cause any real harm to anyone or anything. One time when we were in Florida for vacation we all rented scooters to drive around, well I went all day with no accidents or anything. Well just before we had to return them my key broke off so I switched my friend scooter's, it just so happened to be that his gas was on the opposing side....We were out side of a small ice cream shop and I meant to have my hand on the brake, instead I laid on the gas. A family of six was sitting right in front of me, the dad jumped out and grabbed the scooter before it rammed his family, he was really mad. If you only knew how bad of a driver I actually am you'd probably be scared as well.

What if...

What if...
I was tan.
I ran away to Florida.
I had a different mom.
I didn't come to school today.
I went to school in Florida.
I wasnt from Missouri.
my name wasnt kylee
I had 20 siblings
 my parents were still married
I liked to work out
I had a twin
I was out of school
I got married right out of high school
I had a child
I decided not to go to school
I knew what I wanted to be
I could see in the future
I never had to worry




What if I ran away to Florida? I could only picture the look on my mothers face. Eeekkkkkk. Scary thought. I remember when I first started applying to school in  Florida, I would get these newsletters and my mom would throw them away or hide them. She's so against me leaving her. Sometimes I feel as if she relies on me a little too much. But every time I think that I start to feel guilty, she did give me life. Anyways, back to talking about running away to Florida. I guess I would do it in the middle of the night. I would pack my suit case and leave a note saying where I went. I would drive there as  at as I could without looking back. I  have always loved the ocean and the  sand between my toes, the heat of the sun beating down on my skin. Since the first time I went to Florida I knew that's where I wanted to be, no questions about it. I have always had some interest in the ocean, with sharks and abandon boots and silly stuff like that. I think that I would go to school for something that allowed me to explore it. I'd find a job at diner and wait tables as I went to school. I would make something out of myself. I think the hardest part about running away would be the hear t break of my mother and leaving my little brother behind. I think that's what is really holding me back from chasing my dream.

What if I had 20 siblings? Well I would probably never be bored. I would always have someone to talk to. Or someone to annoy. My parents would probably forget a lot of things, like who had dance, or basketball practice, or school meetings. With that many kids our birthdays would probably be forgotten or at least some of us would have double birthdays; that would suck! My mother would probably be really cranky having to deal with 20 different personalities. The towns people would probably think that my family was crazy, so we would probably be bullied. But I guess if one of us got bullied we would have  a gang of like 19, who would want to fight 19 kids? We would probably have to share rooms. That would be really hard for me, i have to have my own space. 20 kids that's a lot of mouths to feed. I would probably be skinny! So that's a plus. I would hope there would be bathrooms like public places have. I don't think could wait for 19 other people to use the restroom and get ready before me. I would always look rough if that was the case. I bet there would be a lot of arguments taking place daily. I would hope that I was one of the oldest so I could get out faster! I bet that thanksgiving would always be fun.

What if I only lived to be 40..

If I knew that I would only live to be 40, I would do all the things that I was to afraid to do before. I would stop living with the what if's of life. I would just live. I would go to  Africa like I have always dreamed. I would go work with sharks and study the ocean. I would stand up to the people who put me down in life. I would stop living with negativity. I would let go of those people who hurt me. I wouldn't be afraid to live. I would take life with a grain of salt. I would appreciate the time spent with my mom more. I would thank her a million times for the life she has given me. I would own a fox. I would give a child of need a home and life that they would love. I wouldn't go to school. I'd marry someone I loved and travel the world. I would right a book. I would help my baby brother become a man. I would forgive the people who hurt me and walked away from my life. I would go striking. I would spend one night in jail. I would sleep on the beach. I would spend every minute of my life truly appreciating the things God has granted me with.

I believe...

That family should always come first.
That friendship is extremely important.
That you have to make yourself happy before you can be happy with someone else.
That marriage isn't everything.
That there is more to life than love.
That you should try and create your own life.
That everyone should have a puppy.
That school is everything
That there is always two sides to a story.
That you should always be yourself
That paper back books should be read more.
That you shouldn't forget to tell people you love them.