Writing and Being Chapter II Exploration: The River of Your Life

Writing and Being Chapter II Exploration: The River of Your Life
Dear Journal,

I?ve taken some looks back to early point of my
life. I was curious to see what got me to this point
in my life and what had me turn out to be the person
that I am today. I went back as far as my birth to see
or try to notice certain things or events that shaped
my personality.
Like I said, I went back as far as my birth to
figure it out. My birth was most definitely the
weirdest thing I?ve ever experienced, and the worst
thing that I probably will ever experience, besides my
death, which, so I?ve heard, is being born backward.
Being born was so weird because it happened through a
C-section. I was born on January 20, 1982 in a
hospital in Chicago Heights, Illinois. I can?t
remember whether it was night or day. My parents were
there, my grandparents were there. It felt weird
because I had no idea whatsoever about what was going
on at the time or where I was. I didn?t even know what
people were at the time, either. I thought the people
watching over me were weird objects. I?m sure I was
crying like crazy because of all the commotion. Then,
I went to sleep later after all that and woke up. I
was wondering what happened. I might have been in a
different room for all I knew then or all I know now.
Everything that went on during the first year or so
was weird because I didn?t know what I was doing or
how I was doing it. I?d never experienced it before
and didn?t know what anything was.

From that point on until age ten, about 1992,
life was very easy. I didn?t have to work for what I
wanted, I?d still just have it given to me, in every
place but school. But I was a good student who did the
work, I just didn?t like to do it. For a few years
after my birth, my grandmother helped raise me while
my mother was trying to attain some degree, Masters,
Bachelor?s, I?m not sure which. She used to roll me to
the park every afternoon in a carriage and always fed
me at least one banana every day. She became known as
the ?banana lady.? She had to roll me for about two
years before I learned and began to walk. She raised
me till I was about 8, by which point my parents
divorced. When the divorce happened, I decided to stay
with my mother because my father didn?t really care
about me and basically just neglected me. The only
uses for him around the house were learning my first
word, ?bay ball,? which is gibberish for baseball. I
also tired my first beer thanks to him. He just left
it on the floor by his chair when he watched baseball
games. I once crawled over to the cup and started
licking some of it out. When I was caught, me he took
the beer away. I can remember crying and trying to
climb him to get more. I loved it that much,
supposedly due to the hops. That?s about all I can
remember about my father. I watched my first football
game when I was three. It was Super Bowl XX, and the
Bears beat the Patriots 46-10. You probably know that
already. In camp I was popular almost instantaneously.
Camp was a lot of fun, and I made a lot of friends. I
remember one summer when the heat was always scorching
and the counselors were very hated. the activities
were stupid and nobody wanted to do it. Later on, a
few weeks into the curriculum, I saw a credit card and
got a weird idea for another activity: cardboard
credit cards. Everybody loved to do it, and I became a
God to the campers and the wrath of the counselors.
Only once in camp did I not have fun. One day when I
was the catcher in a softball game. The batter lost
control of the bat in mid-swing and the bat flew right
into the back of my head. It gave me a huge cut in my
scalp and a crack in my skull. I remember how much it
hurt and how I was being rushed to the hospital in an
ambulance. I also remember them putting the stitches
in me. It took about 6 to 10 stitches to close the
cut. I also broke my arm falling off the sofa when I
was watching the A-Team. I loved Mr. T and all the
gold that he wore around his neck. I wanted all of it.
I was rolling around on the couch and climbed it. I
didn?t know that there was nothing but the floor at
the other end. unfortunately, I fell off the couch arm
first and heard and felt the crack in my arm. It was a
clean break through the lower part of my arm. Other
than that, I could not complain about my I guess
silver years, they weren?t exactly my golden ones. In
1991, a great thing happened: the Detroit Pistons lost
to the Bulls in 4 games in the playoffs for the first
time ever. The Bulls would later win it again in 1992.
I was in 3rd and 4th grade at those times, which, in a
nutshell, got me through the first ten years of my
life.

But despite how interesting all of that was, I
really discovered my creativity during my high school
years folding paper into credit cards and
rediscovering my hero-self that one summer in camp.
But, unfortunately, people got very annoyed with this
idea and started thinking I needed mental help. So I
stopped that the summer before my sophomore year. I
waited till the start of the school year to start
trying something new, considering that I was bored
with classes. A teacher always said that if class was
boring to you, make it interesting for yourself.
Amyway, my sophomere year I started writing music
parodies of some famous songs. I continued to do that
throughout almost the rest of my high school career,
till my senior year. My junior year, I became a
sensation at the Assyrian, Greek and Latino tables at
in the school?s cafeteria. My senior year, I started
coming up with script ideas, 25 to be exact, as of
right now. That was about the extent of my high school
experience. I never went to a high school dance,
because it didn?t seem to make sense to me to spend
$20 a pair on tickets, not to mention a tux and all
that. I especially thought that about prom, bacause
the tickets were $115 per couple, not to mention the
tux and the limo.

In a nutshell, there hasn?t been a huge event
happen to me at this point in my life, but little
events to boost my confidence like the cardboard
credit cards and those creative ideas. Anybody who had
fun at school dances were usually sellouts who didn?t
want to do it for anything except the hope or thoughts
that people will think higher of them. I learned the
art of being an individual, although I hung out with a
lot of different groups. I accomplished things more
important than popularity or getting respected for
selling out. That is probably out of all of it, the
most important thing that I learned in high school,
not anything from my classes. What was important to me
was that I learned who I was as an individual, and
didn?t expect to be that way, but I don?t mind it.

Sincerely, Eddie Kray

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