My name is Destiny. What a name to give a little baby girl in the 70's when free love and good will was on everyones mind. My parents must have thought that I was their "destiny." Their path to a good life filled with love and compassion. A life that they could create, nuture and watch blossom before their eyes. I think both of my parents had good intentions. They were on their second marriage. I feel in my heart from the stories that I have heard that they wanted the "good life" or to "keep up with the Jones." I am not sure because that is not what happened. There are so many memories that run through my mind everyday. I sometimes wonder if my destiny was to make them both realize that live does not always go the way as planned or hoped. I will start from one of the first memories that I have that has been branded in my mind like a tattoo.
I am 4 years old and my mother and father had just purchased their first house as a married couple. The little three bedroom house on a couldesac. My mom had it painted yellow because it reminded her of the sun and all the live it brings. She said that it would inspire us everyday to wake up and feel the energy in our home. Both of my parents planted all the new flowers and spread the seeds of grass through our yard to start our new adventure in this neighborhood.
My room was painted yellow as well with a bedspread that had pink flowers all over it. My mom promised me a big-girl bed and that is what I got when we moved. A bed made of cherry wood with a matching headboard and dresser. The dresser had the biggest mirror I had ever seen with little shelves to store all of my favorite things. My shoes were all lined neatly in my closet and my clothes hung according to the outfits that matched. What more could a little girl ask for?
Days and weeks pass as we go through our everyday routine. I quickly made friends in the neighborhood. There were twin girls that lived behind my house that I played with everyday. I am very busy, a busy little girl. I have so much dirt to play with and a new big wheel. Mud pies are the most fun. There is a teenage boy that lives next door to me that can actually "pull" a sucker out from behind my ear. The coolest thing I have ever seen. I sometimes think real hard about this before going to bed at night. How did he do it? It doesn't really matter; I got some candy out of the deal. I will never forget those tri-colored sugar suckers for the rest of my life. He really knew how to make me smile.
I felt that I needed to start out a little differently before I got into the divorce.
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