Big Scary World

It's been forever since I've taken the time to put my thoughts down in "ink". I've decided to start telling the story of me from the beginning. Perhaps my bipolar evolution will unfold itself as I ramble on. One of my very first memories come from Maryland in my closest friends basement being enveloped in a bean bag chair. I remember running across the room and jumping into the soft and ever so fun pillow chair. I even remember begging my Mom for one. I also remember swimming in the neighbors back yard pool. It was one of the big round above the ground kind. They had 5 kids to they needed as big a pool as they could get. I find it odd that I remember my neighbors more than I did my own family. I know that my brother would pull me around in a little red wagon, but I think that it's in my head because I've seen pictures that my Mom has. My Dad memory is of going to the shoe shine store and getting super excited about the big balloon of a shark hanging from the ceiling. "Sharky! Lookie Daddy, Sharkie!" I'm afraid of sharks now. I'm pretty sure I'd die of a panic attack if I some how got stranded in the middle of an ocean. Nothing too tragic to begin the story of me. Just a sweet little girl of about 3 years old. Not quite sure how messed up I could be at that age, but you never know. What was lurking in my brain, waiting for the right time to pounce. Ignorance is bliss, or so "they" say.