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Luminosity said:Ok I'll go...( some of you may know a couple of these things but anyhoo )
My mum fell pregnant with me when she was 15. My dad was a bit of a naughty dude in those days and broke the law and was thrown in jail in New South Wales for serve a 3 year sentence, not long after my mum fell pregnant. So he was in jail when I was born ( my mum still has the telegram that was sent to him informing him of the birth of his daughter ). I was 2 when I first met him. He was to go back into jail again when I was 9 and every Sunday, we would travel interstate by train to visit him.
I didnt like Sundays back then.
I changed schools almost every year up until year 10, where I stayed put at the same school until I finished schooling.
I grew up around a lot of hardened criminals and at one stage we had 5 or 6 other people living in our house. Our house was a sort of drop-in-centre. Not long after my 5th birthday, police raided our house and took all my toys ( some birthday presents ). When my mum tried to stop the female copper from walking out the door with my toys, the cop snarkily said " They could be stolen property too, get the little b1tch out of my way" ( little b1tch was in reference to me ). Mind you I was a quiet kid and was only standing there watching sadly, not throwing a tantrum or anything to warrent the comment.
Despite the climate, my mum and nana sheltered me from it as much as possible and did everything they could to keep the innocence in my childhood.
I ran away from home when I was 12, had an eating disorder by the time I was 13 and tried to kill myself at 15 by overdosing. All cries for help and peace. I sat in the hospital bed and realized I wanted to live and wanted to live the best life possible.
Started taekwondo when I was 11 and got my black belt at 15. My instructor was priming me for the Olympics and to become an instructor at his club. Though, due to injuries and the troubles I was having in my private life around then, I stopped training.
My thumbs can bend right back.
I once worked at an exclusive 'gentleman's club' for high profile businessmen ( exotic dancers, fantasy rooms you get my drift ) when I was 19- 22. During one shift, the owners approached me with an older gentleman in an expensive suit who asked me if I would like to pose for Australian Penthouse and earn a lot of money doing it. I declined, he handed me a business card anyway and asked me to think about it. I never called because I don't care to have family or family friends seeing me posing with my legs askew, spank ya very much.
A taxi driver asked me to meet his friend, a "very nice man who wants Australian residency". Said all I would have to do is marry the guy in a civil service, live with him for a year or so until the residency came through, fake to immigration that I was genuinely in love with my 'husband' etc etc. Then after it came through, I could divorce him and go on my merry way. He said I would receive $ 10,000 for it. Ahhh no thanks.
Was engaged from 22 to 28. Fell pregnant twice during it but no babies resulted because I terminated the first pregnancy ( when I was 22 ) and miscarried the second ( at 24 ).
Has a developed 6th sense. Dreams that have predicted events ahead of time and just a 'knowing' of things that are about to happen. It's hard to explain and I don't have any control over it, its a slippery sense so to speak. If I dream of my nana or aunt, it's always a message/premonition.
At one stage my dad was outnumbered by females. When he and my mum were together, the household consisted of my mum, me and my two sisters and a female cat and dog. When my parents split, he started a relationship with my stepmum, who had four daughters from a previous marriage. They went on to have a child of their own, again another girl. Dad quit hoping for a son, so he threw in the towel on any more kids. My stepmum fell pregnant again, much to his dismay.
Nine months later, he got his son.
My uncle was the president of the Australian chapter of the Rebels ( bikie gang ) for a number of years. One of their 'Noms' ( nominees ) was the president of the Melbourne chapter of the Klu Klux Klan ( a shame, because I got along with him very well up until I found that out ). I used to spend a lot of weekends at their clubhouse and they looked after me well.
A lot of family members and family friends have been killed by motorbike accidents. My uncle ( the Rebels president ) lost his leg when he came off his bike whilst riding in The Northern Territory. I don't get on bikes these days.
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and the just do it, if thats what you want attitude I learned after my Dad died.
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