The following is before my time so all I have is what my family has told me:
Over two decades ago my parents met. They were young and loved to party. Both my mother and father were the youngest of three children so they were able to get away with the devils bidding and come home to little consequences.
My father was great at doing stupid things and getting away with it. For Christmas one year he received a baseball helmet, bat, and glove to encourage him and his siblings to pick up the sport. This was an excellent idea, however; instead of playing they told my father to place the helmet on his head and they took turns hitting each other over the head with the bat. Whoever could take it the longest was the winner. In his later years, he started going to rock concerts – which has had long-lasting impact on his ability to hear (he will deny this to grave) – and fixing up old Volkswagen Beetle’s to go off-roading in.
My mother, on the other hand, was a bit of a rebel. She would stay out late run away from home multiple times and loved the boys. In her junior high and high school days she was very, lets say, “liberal” with the boys in her neighborhood. This became interesting later on when someone would recognize her in a supermarket and she would introduce him as her ex. I think over the years I met more ex’s than actual friends, coworkers, or even extended family. She stole the hearts of many guys and sometimes left them ruined.
They were dating for a short while when my mother turned twenty-one. The logical thing was for her, my father, and their friends to go to Vegas. They learned the hard way that what happens in Vegas does not always stay in Vegas. After a drunken night they woke up married. That wasn't the only thing that came out of theNow based on the child custody agreement and my birthdate… I am a Vegas baby.
Over two decades ago my parents met. They were young and loved to party. Both my mother and father were the youngest of three children so they were able to get away with the devils bidding and come home to little consequences.
My father was great at doing stupid things and getting away with it. For Christmas one year he received a baseball helmet, bat, and glove to encourage him and his siblings to pick up the sport. This was an excellent idea, however; instead of playing they told my father to place the helmet on his head and they took turns hitting each other over the head with the bat. Whoever could take it the longest was the winner. In his later years, he started going to rock concerts – which has had long-lasting impact on his ability to hear (he will deny this to grave) – and fixing up old Volkswagen Beetle’s to go off-roading in.
My mother, on the other hand, was a bit of a rebel. She would stay out late run away from home multiple times and loved the boys. In her junior high and high school days she was very, lets say, “liberal” with the boys in her neighborhood. This became interesting later on when someone would recognize her in a supermarket and she would introduce him as her ex. I think over the years I met more ex’s than actual friends, coworkers, or even extended family. She stole the hearts of many guys and sometimes left them ruined.
They were dating for a short while when my mother turned twenty-one. The logical thing was for her, my father, and their friends to go to Vegas. They learned the hard way that what happens in Vegas does not always stay in Vegas. After a drunken night they woke up married. That wasn't the only thing that came out of theNow based on the child custody agreement and my birthdate… I am a Vegas baby.