About Me
I know that on these websites anyone can pretend to be who ever they want, and that's all people see. I've wanted to write my story in here for awhile. I have no idea how long this will be and I won't take offense if you can't finish it, but I hope you can, so you can know me a little better :-)
I was born at Burwood Hospital, Christchurch, NZ on October the 20th, 1985, so yes, something good did come out of the 80's. For the first couple of years of my life Mum, Dad, Tim and I lived on Highstead Road in a cool old house with a horse track out the back. We had a red kitchen. My mum likes red. It was here that I had my first ever memory- me, my brother, and the dog piled up on my Dad on the couch. I was three and my Mum took a photo of it and I wouldn't let her take it until I ran upstairs and got my 'huggie'(huggie is my sheepskin rug that I still have to this day and will never EVER throw away, much to the disgust of many of my high school friends). Then we moved out to Sefton to a big old farmhouse on something like a million acres of land at the bottom of Mount Grey. It was beautiful. I was so incredibly lucky to have grown up there. We had a herd of horses running around and a million different places to play. Old sheds and barns, forests and even a little tree hut. Things I remember most from this place of my life- hot water bottles, nightmares and our giant long trailer that used to freeze over and you could slide on in the mornings. I can still remember some dreams i had at that house. I used to have a re-occurring dream of jumping off the top of our barn and each time landing in a different way. One time I was caught in a net, once I fell in a giant bucket of water. Those dreams were fun. That house was also ridiculously scary. We had a barn dance once, I remember that. Wow, just writing this stuff is making all the memories come flooding back. I remember the two stupid cats that lived in the shed, the chicken that used to peck the other chicks so we chopped off it's head, the possum that stayed up the power pole for a week before my dad shot it, the tree by the creek that me and Tim made a house in... I could go on and on and on. It was an incredible place. When we left when I was five I vowed that when I was grown up I would buy that house back. Maybe I still will... While we lived there my mummy had another little girl called Rose. She was so tiny. One day I was at pre-school and my Grandma came to pick me up early and told me Rose had died and took me home.She was five weeks old when she died of cot death (SIDS) and it rocked my family. My parents split up for a bit after that, but then they got back together again and we moved to Mahana in Nelson. This place was awesome as well. We lived in the middle of a bunch of apple orchards, with a forest across the road with wild boysenberries that we would go pick after dinner and have for dessert. We had a pool and a spa and I had a pony, Harry, whom I still have to this day. If you ever meet him, he is the funniest horse in the world.There I was granted a sweet little sister, Charlotte, who had bright orange hair that stuck straight up and chubby checks and would stare at you like you were stupid all the time.We lived there until I was ten, when my parents split for good and my Mum, Tim, Charlotte and I moved down to Rangiora and lived with my Grandma for awhile. I grew more, went to High School and turned into an awful teenage girl with an attitude. Thankfully that only lasted a few years and by the time I was 15 I was over the alcohol thing that all young people seem so drawn to and really wanting to figure out who I was and where I fitted in all of this. I met my share of boys who never really wanted to know me and I had some pretty good friends. I was one of those girls who loved high school, and hated taking days off because I would miss something. Obviously, I'm missing out some stuff here, after all, your teenage years are always full of drama, confusion and play. At 17 i was looking for something and I didn't know what. I read books on witchcraft, but it all sounded like bull crap and it didn't feel real. I went on a camp to Kaiteri with a bunch of Christians who showed me a video about a man who died and God raised to life and I found the real I wanted. That was five years ago and He's more real than ever. I found my place, I found my Dad, I found myself and I found the truth. After High School I went to music school for a year then fled the country looking for a miracle in my heart. I did a DTS at YWAM Montana in the winter of '05. I went to India for two months and it changed my life. Then I returned to the beautiful New Zealand for about a year and a half working at an electrical appliance store selling crap. Woop woop. Now in 2007 I have just sent myself back to the freezing (and I mean FREEZING) conditions at YWAM Montana to do work as DTS staff for the next 2 years. Let's hope this next season will be a lot more exciting than selling crap...I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
