Anthony Parsch Jr

This all began in a little delivery room in Akron General hospital, were the pain meds didn't flow through the IV and a father nearly missed the birth of his son. Not long after, when the birth certificate was signed, the Ohio Department of Vital Statistics decided that a middle name for the newly born child be Frances (feminine spelling) rather than Francis (masculine spelling).

Then came the first sudden change, from the hospital to a two story home with two american eskimos (the dog breed) who were opposites. The male, named Shadow, was brave and strode around the house like a king, alerting my parents to when something was wrong. The female, name Precious, was overly submissive, peeing on the floor when people entered the house, and fearful of children.

This home, however nice it was, would not last forever. A divorce drove my parents to different homes, my father keeping the house and my mother taking me to the appartment with the blue wall. In that place were I spent a few years I grew attached to the blue wall, had nightmares that kept me from my own bedroom, and lived in decent peace. The time came eventually, the first signs being the blue wall turning white, the only one that little me noticed.

The came the first house with the Budda. When we arrived, we took squirt guns and paint to make my room more than just four white walls. It also held my first TV, that lasted till two years ago. Not even just that, but there were people that I could spend time with within two houses in all directions. Here I had friends of all elementry ages, I joined Cub Scouts, I was cofortable.

Fate had a different plane. Come fourth grade, I was dragged to Pennsylvania, nearly kicking and screaming. Only after I got there did I realise just how much I wanted to go back. I went from a place where friends were on my street, where events happened weekly during the summer, and where I had a good daycare with friends there as well. Pensylvania had none of that. There was only 3 other people younger than 30 for two blocks in the suburban neighborhood, which was all the further I was allowed to go. I had nothing but a Gameboy, Gamecube, and PS2. At school, I just didn't fit in. Everyone like things that I didn't, and I liked things few people did.

Then, after a few years, I had to move again. Down the street, to a house with less room for me. A house that was old and creaky and uncorfortable. A year later, and here we are toda