The Life Of Jacob: By the boy himself

While thinking of something to write about, I noticed a comment on one of my previous post about elementary. In that Comment Abby gave me the perfect idea, and most importantly something I know plenty about. My life. She told me I should someday write a book about my life. This definitely won't be a book, but hey a post is a post. So here it is. My Life began on August 16, 2000, I am the middle and best looking of three children, at least that is what I believe. For reasons such as being a baby I don't have many early memories, mostly playing in the backyard, and having a baby gate blocking my access to the kitchen. I was a chubby baby and in most pictures from the time period seen wearing my overalls with little ducks on them. Can't find any my size now. One of my earliest memories is a little foggy, however I am reminded of it every time our childhood is brought up. I was maybe two possibly not even that old, and my Mom was working early in the mornings so either my Grandma or Aunt would watch us kids. This particular day my Aunt have the task of keeping us and thanks to me this normal day would become unforgettable. So this day is probably as normal as any day could be, everyone is just doing their thing. Then I walk into the bathroom, and  little kids do weird things, I was no exception. I walk in and sitting there is my brand new baby toilet seat, to prevent me from falling in or something. I pick that bad boy up and..... put it on my head. weird but I was two, two year olds don't think things through. when I have had my fun I go to take it off, it doesn't budge. I'm stuck. I don't remember well but I'm probably freaking out big time, at this time my two biggest fears wear being stuck and the bathtub drain. so I dart out of the bathroom and right away my aunt picks up on the fact this probably isn't right, the baby shouldn't have this on his head. but he does. At this time she is about our age, so a 16 year old kid has to figure out how to resolve this situation. sometime and half a bottle of lotion later I was free. I would love to say this wasn't true but I am reminded of it often. A few years down the road me and my brother, who shared a room a the time got bunk beds and five year old me thought this was the coolest thing ever. Being younger I had the bottom bunk, and was okay with it, what I wasn't okay with is my brother would lay on my bunk and watch TV. Being a little kid if you don't like something you get mad and cry. Typical kid stuff. The only other memories I have of these beds is falling off the top when we would climb on it. Never got hurt, the basket I fell on did however. When I was around seven my parents decided to move my Dad wanted to build a house where he grew up. At the time it was sad because that was the only home I had known, I didn't want to leave. Plus we had nowhere to stay. At this time our church didn't have a preacher, so we asked if we could live in the parsonage, since it was currently unoccupied. they said we could, but if another preacher came we had to go. We wouldn't need it too long just while our house was being built. I hated that house, it smelled musty, had mice, and there were two doors to the bathroom. It wasn't ideal but had to do. Outside wasn't bad our Great Grandma owned the fields around the church so we could explore them. I was old enough but I really don't remember much about living there, it was less then a year and sandwiched between two homes we have lived in a while. what I do remember is dad being gone all day working on the other house, and feeling guilty if you weren't at church considering you lived fifty feet from it. the house is no longer there, it was very moldy and was torn down a few years after we left. After this we moved into our current home. I didn't miss it at all, I loved our new home because, you know it was new. We moved in January of 2009, and I guess things have been good since. this has been my life, and fascinating stories in a nutshell.