my autobiography

I was born on a cold December day in 1971, the thirteenth to be exact. My mom

says I came into this world running and I haven’t stopped yet. I was named after my two

grandmothers. My grandmothers were named Clara Etta and Mary Lou. So my mom’s

choices were Clara Lou or Mary Etta. I thank the good Lord that my dad told her he

liked Mary Etta. I just couldn’t have lived with Clara Lou. When I was born my sister

who was 20 months old thought I was her baby doll. Kami loved to dress me up and put

me in her baby dolls carriage. Four years later my mom brought home my little brother.

My sister and I were always plotting ways to send him back from where ever he came

from.

So now as you know my name is Mary. My parents got special permission for me to

start Kindergarten when I was only four years old. I loved school. I knew that one day I

wanted to be a teacher. Every chance I got I was playing school. I made my older sister

and my younger brother my pupils. So when school let out in the summer they knew

that it truly wasn’t over. I gave assignments and homework and expected it to be done

or there were consequences.

My dad is a minister. This meant we moved around a lot. During my junior high

years of school we moved three times. This meant I had to make new friends a lot. It

was very hard on me. I hated moving, but made a lot of friends in the process. Some of

these friendships are still there today, while others are just fond memories of the past.

As hard as the moving around was, I know it has molded me into the person I am today.

In October of 1988 I met my future husband. I was a junior in high school and we

were set up on a blind date. Wayne was the cutest boy I had ever seen. Even with his

mullet. I was just plain awestruck with his looks and his talents. He plays the guitar. Now

what 16 year old girl could resist a guitar playing, mullet wearing senior? We got

married in June of 1990. He, to this day is still the love of my life. We eventually

adopted two children, Thomas and Makayla, after ten years of infertility. Then six

months later after adopting I found out I was expecting. Jacob was our miracle baby. I

love all three of my kids and would do anything for them, as they are the reason I am

going back to school.

So, as you can see I have three wonderful reasons to better myself and make a

future that will insure the best for my family. I plan on being through with my schooling in

four years so that when my oldest starts college I will have the resources to help him

and the finances to put him through school with no problems. I hope you have enjoyed

reading my life story as much as I have enjoyed writing it for you.