I have a playlist on my Spotify called, “What I Grew Up On” but it’s mostly full of rap songs which is what I listened to when I was little, but it’s somewhat of a lie too. Rap wasn’t the one thing I loved when I was little. If you think about it, I think my mom was really missing the 80’s rap because I listened to Salt-n-Pepa and En Vogue a lot. I know that wasn’t all she had me listen to, it’s just what I can remember.
I remember when I first got my radio ever. My parents were getting furinature and appliances and somehow in the mist of that my nana bought me a radio and my first CD ever. Wanna guess what it was? I was addicted to The Backsteet Boys growing up, and had a big crush for Brian Littrell. He was just too cute! I think I was seven years old when I got my first radio. I still have it, and it surpringly still works too.
Since then I’ve had a few larger stereos systems. My music has grown up too. I think after my first CD I got the second Backstreet Boys album. Then Britney Spears, not her first album. By the time I was in the fourth grade I actually counted how many CD’s I had. I had 45. I think I’ve doubled that now. Or tripled it. I actually have all the Backstreet Boys albums but two. Linkin Park has pretty much beaten them to the curb. I have 7 Linkin Park albums and 5 Backstreet Boys albums.
I have different places that I like to read books. On the floor or my bed. Except a few things have to bother me when I do either one. Something automically has to hurt. I don’t know why and I hate it everytime I do either one and I can feel my bones get stiff or my legs fall asleep. I have hips problems if I read on my bed. If I read on the floor my butt will hurt and my legs and feet tend to fall asleep.
I know it say “favorite” spot but I am going to switch it a little. I have a interesting way to read when I go to places. When I was at school if I was in the library I’d use a chair to prop up my book and read it from there. Well I have a even better place and it was quite relaxing, but normally people wouldn’t think it would be since of where I was.
One time when my mom and sister were going to get their nails done at Walmart. We usually take my cousin but this time we didn’t and I got to go around by myself and it was very weird but peaceful. I’m naturally quiet without anybody around me, but when I’m with somebody I tend to drive anybody crazy. Anyways, I found this book and I didn’t know how long my mom and sister were going to be so I pulled up (since I was in my regular wheelchair) to the closest to the shelves and grabbed the book and started reading it.
It was different but peaceful. Even though I had some people come around me a couple times I was still reading the book was content of where I was. I got to page 45 and didn’t purchase it. I really wanted the iTunes card instead. I remembered that page number for almost a month before my sister found it at our home library. I finally finished it and somehow I still remember the page number. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it either. I’ll still have the number in my head and think, “why is this number doing in my head?” It’s happened before.