Welcome to my world

I grew up a average girl in the suburbs of new jersey. A jersey girl . my mom side was German/European my dad's Italian/Norwegian/native American. always was around my mom's side of the family she had 3 brothers and 2 sisters. my dad not really close to his family and didnt talk about them much til later years after I became an adult. I lived a pretty happy but sheltered child hood a good catholic girl. went to church every Sunday and catholic classes on Wednesdays. my best friend catrina that lived two houses down across the street. my mom waitressed and babysat and my dad had his own masonary business.specialized in chimneys. I had two sister s one 12 yrs older than me from a previous marriage my mom was in and a younger sister by 5 yrs. life was good in Jersey.

I lived close enough by the bay to ride my bike . and riding my bike was a daily thing . to the park to the pizza shop pat's pizza 3 blocks over. best pizza ever! Catrina always riding bikes with me.. my dad even built us a girls club tree house. no boys aloud ! with a rope swing. plus we had pool in the back and the neighborhood kids always came over to swim. so many good memories.

blockpartys once a year and always looked forward to them. 1st was the annual garage sale till about supper time then the party began. the street was shut down and the man hunt began.

before I go into that though there is always that one party pooper and he happened to live almost right across the street from us Mr. dowble, I rember him being a petty mean old man with alot of threats, hated noise so naturally hated a neighbor hood full of kids and the block party. even went as far as getting a sign made and putting up said sign in his glass door that said block parties suck with a smiley have a nice day! he's the guy who's keep ur ball if it rolled in his yard and we had a basket ball hoop right across from his yard.hed be that guy that if a neighbor's dog got out even though he knew who's it was would call the pound. what a guy.

back to what I was saying there was always a man hunt as soon as it got dark we would pick teams and it start it was always something we look forward to. like extreme hide and seek . cause we got to use the whole nieghbor hood within reason.no back yards but we had the whole neighborhood which was blocked off so did have to worry about cars.

there was always food everyone brought a dish and my dad usually played with his band. always a good time. there was that one year my younger sister got hit by a bike and broke her leg. mom and dad didn't even believe it till she still couldn't walk two days later. turns out she had a sist on her femmur that caused her bone to be weak and the doctor said she could just of broke it walking in the hall one day. crazy!