Marcy's long tale
This is one of my first pictures: I was 3 and lived in Kentucky with my granny because my
mother, that I barely remember, had gone away.
Here I am with some of my playmates on
the porch of my house. I was 5 and remember that my grandmother said that I looked better with curles.This was why, as you can see in the picture, she always made me use haircurles, because my hair are very straight.
This is one of my favourite pictures:I was 5 and every time that we sat down to eat
there was the habit to eat everything because in the world there are children that die of starvation. So I stayed hours and hours before finishing eating and often it happened that I fell asleep, as in this case.
As my father worked in the Marine, we had to go to a place to another, just like nomads.Here I am with my classmates of the first year of school: I can't even remenber their names!
I was 6 when my father married Sharon who has became
my second mother.Then Trevor , my first brother, was born; after Jonathan with me in the picture,came.At the beginning, I was like a little mother to them but then we started to argue a lot. Today, on the contrary, we get on in a fantastic way, even if we can see each other rarely.
This is the picture of my last year at the school of China Lake in California.
My father took this picture for Halloween, when all the
children enjoy dressing up as gosths and witches.This enormous mouth was only the start of my disguise , at whose end I became a terrifying monster!