I started out an infant. My parents didn't know if I'd be a boy or girl. I had some yellow outfits.
I remember my crib and when I finally left it sometime when I was 1 or 2. I was tiny and would climb over my crib and go back to my new bed.
I remember living in the 2 storied house wanting a 3 storied 1. I remember 1 time my parents had visitors and I positioned bouceaux stuffed animals around my room, only to have my mom change it.
I started gymnastics at 1 3/4. My mom told me all about it. I remember, not sure how old. I was so frustrated we didn't do much cuz other kids were like knocked out.
I remember turning 2. My mom held me, and my dad took pictures. I had a nice cake and opened presents. I wasn't happy with myself and my dark hair, like I didn't matter, was slightly heavyset but "without a face" and "without a figure."
I remember going to Lion Country Safari. It was so much fun. We took pictures. I just remember walking around and don't much remember looking at anything nor going through the safari.
I went up north to the country in New York where my dad's family's farm used to be.
I had my 3rd birthday, and I was very witty, quick, and talkative enough. I don't remember being exposed to singing other than recordings. I didn't have a real piano until I was 3. It was a small keyboard. 1st, I had 1 that was like a music box. I remember it, when I was 1 1/2. I knew about singing and was probably distraught my parents wanted me to feel submissive to them, like ooh Christina's singing. I didn't like that.
Pre-school, I didn't talk at 1st cuz the other kids I was jealous of seeming allowed to become more Caucasian. I used to ask my mom to pick me up, and later she'd stroll me home.
Kindergarten, we moved from the nice Southeastern Florida Beach area to the big city in Northeastern Florida, Jacksonville. I had music class for the 1st time and told my parents I wanted to or liked singing. I was already an artist as my thing. That and gymnastics, actually. I remember my 4th birthday. I had it in the park. So, my 5th birthday was a magic show. It was very elaborate in a place. The people in Jacksonville when I was 5-6 thought I was Chinese or half Chinese, like oh my God how do they know about that? I remember knowing about Letter People and seeing the Alice in Wonderland play. It was a formitive time of my life. 1 of my favorite things are the movie Free Willy from 1993. It sums up the time well, that we matter.
I lived in Boca Raton near the main SE Florida beaches but above on the beach area. I did baton and it was spectacular. I was 7-8.
We lived in the nation's oldest continuing city when I was 9-11. It was the most formitive time of becoming who I was. I quit gymnastics and started to develop as how I looked as a person. We were still in Florida, Northeastern Florida. I soaked it in and loved it and learned a lot aesthetically walking around. I started piano.
We moved to the New Orleans area in Louisiana at the bottom of the country. I eventually became busy acting, taking ballet, singing in choir, and accompanying on keyboard instruments. 1 year I was in 3 choirs and 1 band. In college once I did 5 instruments, a dream come true. It was too much and I was told to stop certain things. I was interested in a doctorate in Music Education. It didn't seem to go with Performance, though.
My life became a known experiment to me, and later I thought it was celestial as things like that happened. I heard things, talking, like, a cute voice, "I'll save you from falling down, I'll save you from falling up!" It was like a cartoon. I heard stuff all the time. This was a the top of the US in the Cleveland OH area. It was interesting I was in the area for organ last summer and had family I'd never seen there.
I came home and lived it up in Orlando. It was nice, sometimes, felt like I still received celestial images. I loved posting online and stuff, tried college online. I went to the mental hospital again and spent a couple years tired under meds, like now. I may get off with a new psychiatrist someday hopefully soon or when my parents don't have anything on me, I can leave.
I am upset I lost my voice and feel I blame others. Well, I mean the power of my singing voice, but I'm trying to rebuild it. I need to be famous. People treat me like a joke. We moved twice in this area.