I was schedualed to be born in Soix Falls, South Dakota on May 20, 1992 because I was getting fat. We were actually living in De Smet, South Dakota where my parents were both pastors but, it was so small it didnt have a hospital.
While I was being born my sister and brother were waiting at my aunt Missys house. At the almost exact moment I was being born my sister, Helen woke suddenly from her nap and screamed "WE MISSED IT!" this was the start of our instant connection. My brother, Wesley on the other hand begged my Mother to "put her back" upon meeting me for the first time.
My parents named me Kylie Amanda upon seeing my chubby cheeks and large amounts of yes, bright RED hair. I was named after one of my dads faveorite cousins, Kyle. Kyle died when he was sixteen after huffing freon with his friends while his parents were on a trip and he was staying home alone.
One year and one month after my grand enterance to the world my family relocated to Eddyville, Nebraska adding five people to its grand population of 91. I do not remember a lot in these three years. My papents were slowly breaking up and I went to preschool.
The methodist cofrence then moved us to O'Neill, Nebraska, the Irish capital of the state. Shortly after arriving my dad moved into the second house provided to my family by the church in Spencer where one of the other churched my parents were assigned was located.
My parents divorce when i was in third grade did not have life ruining affects on me. I know it was the right decision for all of us. My parents did a good job of shielding me from it by not fighting in front of me and letting me stay with my grandma a lot while they hashed out the dirtier details.
The year after the divorce we wscaped the critical eye of the very red neck town and moved to Fremont. It was a great year and I had a fun fourth grade. My identity atarted to kick in. I left dance calsses and girly stuff behind choosing to be a true tom boy. My love for soccer blossomed and rolling in the dirt was fun.
One short year later we were relocated once again to Valley. It was a bad year. I turned into the typical Vally girl. I was mad at my mom for making me leave my friends and swich schools. I was ruthless, horrible and just plain mean. The memories of some of my words and actions bring cringes of emarasment to this day.
For sixth grade my mom let me comute into Fremont with my brother and sister for school. Half way through the year we moved to Waterloo where my mom was now the pastor. She started a second job teaching classes at Carlson Hospitality.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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