It is all true, but not my fault.

Someone at school ask me the other day, after my blog about being born in a car, if I was really born in a car. I was actually born in a car. I told Rob tonight, sometimes I really think I am boring but when I re-read some of my blogs I'm not sure. Things do seem to happen to me and the people around me. I always just had this desire to be left alone and lead a nice calm quite life but it just never seemed to happen. When I was little it was my brothers, who bothered me and disturbed my peace. They use to carry snakes around in their pockets and scare me with them. They were little black racer snakes. I didn't think carrying snakes around in your pockets was normal behavior but they did. I liked playing Barbies but my brothers didn't so I spent a lot of  time playing war and guns. I have old black and white photos of me holding guns and wearing Army helmets. David was always thinking up things we should do and so he wouldn't get in trouble he would tell me to tell Mom it was my idea. David had a lot of dumb ideas. David and I had a passion for dirt from a very early age and the dirtier we could get, the better. We still tend to like to go against the norm or stir things up a bit. This entire train of thought leads me to something else I discussed with someone at school this week. Why my parents are so tired. There are four kids in our family. I always knew my brothers were difficult for my parents but it just never dawned on me that I was a problem at all. At least not until I took my Dad to the doctor one day and he informed the doctor that I was the difficult child to raise. I was shocked. I mean really shocked. It just never dawned on me that everyone hadn't done the things that I had done. I look back now and realize maybe that things weren't as boring as I thought and maybe I'm not as innocent as I always thought. I know I'm tired and my parents are really tired and maybe there is a reason, but most of the stuff was David's idea.