June 25, 2001

  • It has occurred to me that since this is a journal...of sorts...I should include a brief (?) bio. Why not...maybe it will jog some more memories!


    So, to begin at the beginning, My name is Kim and I live in Las Vegas.I am in my early forties, with dark long hair and two different coloured eyes. On my driver's license I call them hazel because it is easier than saying my left eye is brown and my right eye is green!


    Part 1...


    I come from a very loving family and have no horribly horrendous tragic secrets in my past. My childhood was idyllic and aside from the normal teenage angst, loved my family from the time they welcomed me on the day I was born. 

    Okay, I guess my mom and father divorcing when I was six could be construed as horrible, but it was the best thing my mom ever did. We lived with my mom's parents, where we had a stable and loving homelife. I was a happy child and a people pleaser. I was quiet, but had my share of friends. In fact, I had best friends, a great school, wonderful teachers and animals to love. My grandpa was my hero and I adored him. Grandma stayed home and took care of us while mom and grandpa worked. I remember so many lovely things as I was growing up!

    We were the second or third family in a new tract of homes and most of the homes had children. We had block parties and Easter egg hunts, felt safe trick or treating , OH! and Caroling on Christmas eve! All the children would gather at a friend's house in early November, and start practicing for the night we would go caroling. What a fabulous time we had.


    My grandpa had an old brownie movie camera with the four big lights that attached to the top and blinded us on Christmas morning and Halloween and Thanksgiving. I am so blessed to have these memories on film. What a trip it is to see these films and remember all the lovely times we had. I am so very glad I was a child growing up then, today's children have such a different environment to have to deal with, and seem to have to grow up so fast!


    My mom found a great man and fell in love, and when I was twelve, married him. He was younger than mom with two small children of his own and suddenly my family had grown. He loved my mother so much, and took my sister and I as his own. What a prospect, a pre-teen in the middle of discovering boys and herself, and another new daughter in the fourth grade who didn't handle change well. Poor Dad! My new sister was in the first grade and baby brother who was 3 or 4 on whom I absolutely doted. It was a running joke in our family for years that his feet didn't touch the ground for the first year or so, cause I carried him everywhere in my zeal! He didn't stand a chance as my mothering instincts began to make themselves known. I knew I wanted to be a mother from a very young age, and taking care of my new sister and brother only reinforced that!


    Then came the teen idols and my trying to figure out who I was and where and how I fitted into my world which was rapidly expanding. Gawky and awkward, I was terribly shy and uncoordinated. However, I carried my happiness from childhood into the next phase in my life and for that I was and am very grateful!


    My religious training was actually a treat because my mama raised us with the belief it was our choice/privilege to find a faith for ourselves. I was not raised in any religion, but allowed to attend any chuch I liked. Which I did, but that will be covered more in my teen years.