First birthday and beyond!

So according to the pictures I guess I'm home? Oh just a heads up this will probably be the last chapter I talk about from pictures and hearsay. The next chapter will probably start from when and what I remember from my childhood.

Some are creepy.

Shut up! Don't judge me!

Anyways I'm finally one year old and I'm home in a dress, sitting at the head table surrounded by the hood kids. Faces of different shapes. And I must admit childhood is terrible.

We all look so ugly.

I can't believe I'm the one seated there.

Damn.

What's this? Tongue sticking out. Drool. Wide eyed.

Seriously why have I opened my eyes so wide. It's creepy. I'm an ugly child as a one year old.

How is that even possible, have you seen my mom and dad. Well, granted, you haven't, but the point is they looked hot in their prime and they both still cute now.

Especially my dad. I remember my dad coming to my highschool and actually receiving flirtatious glances from the girls. Disgusting.

But that's jumping ahead.

Anyway that birthday was a thank you God cos our son survived a year type birthday thing. There were a few bottles of fanta on the table. No wonder the hood kids came. Back then growing up you only saw things like that, the fanta I mean, when it's Christmas, and even that one if you are lucky. Fucking Leeches...*cough* I apologise for that, makes no sense to be bitter about it cos I can't remember if I even had a taste or not cos I was only a year old. But they would. They definitely would.

I still think I looked ugly in that picture.

Don't Judge me.