So, I hate biographies, I think that they are the most fictional books or stories ever, but I am not an author nor do I claim to be. I don’t really give a flying fuck what the reader thinks or interprets, I am just venting and letting other people have the option to read about my slightly entertaining life.
So, now i guess it’s time for the boring facts… I was born in Franklin, Virginia. If you were to ask why, I wouldn’t be able to tell you, because honestly I don’t even know why I was born in Franklin, in fact I haven’t the slightest clue to where Franklin even is.Obviously I am not going to remember much of when I was a toddler, my mom would just tell me stories, or show me ridiculous family home videos.
More boring facts…I was born at exactly 12:11pm on October 26, 1993 at South Hampton Memorial Hospital (oh, so that is where Franklin is apparently). I weighed 8lbs. and 1ounce, I was approximately 20 and 3 quarters of an inch long.My first visitors at the hospital were my grandmother and Randy and Kathy Wooden (for those of you who don’t know…they are pastors at a baptists church , located in Chesapeake Virginia . My full birth name is Rebekah Nicole Scott, which apparently was a toss up between Rachel Noel or Rebekah Nicole, well obviously they stuck with Bekah, which is okay with me.
I believe I was a fairly happy baby and quite normal at that. When I had learn to walk and talk, I was a mess. My mom used to tell me stories of how I would try to fit into my oldest brother, Christopher Ryan Scott’s, book bag before he would leave for school.Another quickly discovered thing was bolt everything down!!! I was in fact a rough sleeper. I flailed when I slept, some say that I still do, but nevertheless I was persistent and determined to destroy anything within my sleeping path. I despised nap time, my mom has videos of before and after nap time(by the way they are hilarious)…let’s just say i could not keep mini blinds intact for more than a week. I threw big fits over little things, but little fits over big things lol, but what is big to a toddler anyways.FACT: I once almost gave my mom a heart attack because, I hid inside the refrigerator(that is a difficult word to spell…hope its right) and I was only 2years of age.FACT: Once i caught my house on fire at age 3 because a poptart was “taking to long” to get out of the toaster…so I thought that I could speed up the process by sticking a plastic fork in the toaster.
*end of prologue* note that when we get further in it may be offensive to spme readers and really hard for me to type and publicize, but I feel that this will bring some clousure in life.
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