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The Story of me. Part 1

Inspired by Marnie, I thought I’d try a brief history of me. Apologies in advance for the self indulgence….

I was born in Sydney at a very young age. In order for my mother to return to work, I was shipped off to to live with my grandparents. Both my brothers, being a good deal older, were already in school. When I was old enough to go myself (school you idiots, not the toilet) I was taken back into the family, where I spent the next four years being tortured by a sadistic older brother. In fact so sadistic was he, the only option for him was to join a religious teaching order so that he could have an unlimited supply of small boys, which he did.

Graduated high school with the highest grades in the region, but decided to go to work instead of continuing my education. This was much to the horror of the Vocational Guidance Counselor, who on reviewing my IQ and aptitude tests, exclaimed that it would be like putting a V8 engine into a Mini Minor, something to this day I’d like to try.

So at 16 years old, I became an indentured apprentice (an archaic term and an even more archaic practice). Spent the next four years the victim of repeated episodes of verbal abuse, physical abuse and initiations (once is never enough when you’re having fun, this is construction we’re talking about) all the while trying to learn a trade and cleaning upafter thr tradesmen. All this and I still had time to get everyone’s morning tea and lunch orders, go to the shop, get the food and the change correct (we’re talking up to 25 people depending on the job and if you short change someone you’re in trouble) and have the tea and coffee ready for when they showed up at the lunch shed.

The day I completed my apprenticeship I was fired, which was just the first of a number of misfortunes that befell me within a week and a half of each other, the others were: the first true love of my life left me for an ugly son of a bitch with an abnormally large dick and the ability to breathe through his ears (ok I made up the bit about the ears, but the bit about the dick, reportedly, was true), I lost of the house I was renting and finally my dog ran away, never to be seen again (sounds like I’ve got the makings of a country song doesn’t it). All this and I was still only nineteen. Kinda puts things into perspective.

I soon discovered the financial benefits what are known as ‘bush jobs’. So for several years I lived in hotels in the middle of nowhere working on construction projects in areas where there just wasn’t the skilled labour available, in fact there wasn’t anything available. Went to New Zealand (my first big o/s adventure) and was robbed of everything I owned (including all the money I had save up until this point) within 48hrs, when someone broke into my room. This taught me a valuable lesson about security, and I never lost anything again.

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20 Responses

  1. Was it Robin that said to make it two parts in one day? I am going for that one. 🙂 Looking forward to the rest of it. And the photo!!! Must not forget to mention the photo!!! Nice shot, but I like the one of you sleeping better!fgyfgg?

  2. WHAT A CUTE SHOT! What are you pointing at? Someone’s panties?? (I’m not going to let that go, am I?)Are you serious about your brother??? You had a rough beginning. I’m anxious to hear more!

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  4. First of all:What an adorable child! The money you could have made as a child model!Okay, enough sucking up.Your comment “born in Sydney at a very young age” – HAHA HEEHEE – cute (and, speaking of cute….) I’m with Julie. I regret voting for a two-parter.

  5. 1) STINKIN’ ADORABLE BABY PIC from a mother who can spot stinkin’ adorable babies.2) You lived an entire life by the time you were 19! For the little you told us, the details are almost scary to imagine (because I AM a mother and wouldn’t want much of what you’ve described to befall my own young ones).3) Your aptitude is no surprise, your Mensa standing is rather obvious. 4) Yeah, Julie, I KNEW it’d go that way :/5) What’s with me numbering my comments? lol And like Susan, I loved that sentence…

  6. Holy Moly! Thats all. Just Holy Moly I think you have a freakin BOOK to write WT, not a blog.A good book.hugs and hugs and more hugs from a mothers prospective.

  7. OH! and P.S. Damn thats a cute picture of you in your smocked top and shorts. Cute little shoes too. You had a major head of hair too!!!But the cutest thing is that your smile is still the same….all twinkly.

  8. Hey, I just realized it’s Thursday in Australia……HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE!!!!(I was the first one – this deserves an award!)

  9. (^)That is supposed to be a birthday cake. So, blow out your candle and make a wish. Horrid story, wonderful story.(It was the best of times, it was the worst of times)looking forward to the rest.

  10. Ever read Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller?

  11. Oh my god Susan in va you are RIGHT!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY Willowtree!!!!! I hope that you have the most marvelous dinner, a wonderful day of phone calls and emails from your friends and that you get out and enjoy the day!!!! *cheers*

  12. HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLOWTREE! ! ! :)Love the story – but as a mom just wanna hold you tight!My oldest is 17 and I can’t imagine! Looking forward to more! ! !

  13. Forgot to tell you just how adorable you are! ! !

  14. Ooooooooooo, Peter, Now I’m feeling warm and fuzzy…I JUST noticed my name on your sidebar. Well, the name of my blog, which is what I’d prefer anyway. I don’t even mind that you (freakin’) spelled it wrong. “I before E except after C”. And it’s in good company with TDWW and DWIs :D.Of course, you KNOW the only reason I’m telling you is because I know you’d want to know and that you’d let ME know pronto. Or, perhaps, a demented mind might misspell it on purpose to see if A) I noticed or B) if I was too nice to mention it. I did and I’m not ;). Is today THE day? I’m so confused….Happy today, happy yesterday, happy tomorrow… I’m running a fever (VERY hot and bothered) so I suppose I should run before I ramble on and on and… OOps–too late!

  15. 1. What a cutie…with the devil inside!! You were up to something, weren’t you???2. Good for you for not giving in to your Vocational Guidance Counselor!3. Country song indeed!! Give Merle Haggard a good run for his money!!and hmmmm…my word is msspwmsi

  16. everyone, I made a special thank you post so I won’t go through it here.

  17. I’m seriously relating to your childhood here.Don’t worry I won’t sue for copyright infringement over the title, I promise. You would probably win because I don’t have one of those copyright thingys and you do. I’ll give it to you for your birthday, how’s that?Happy Birthday from Canada!! Kobe and I hope you had a good one. With beer.I just had one question though about a comment you made… this one:I was born in Sydney at a very young age. (you know I like to copy paste, right?)Exactly how old were you when you were born? heh.Disclaimer: no part of this comment was typed while on the toilet or in the bathroom.

  18. So not to get into trouble 😛 loved the pic…so cute. I remember my children looking sweet and innocent as babies. I looked like an “angel” too, but parents know better. *LOL*

  19. Dear willowtree. Is it freaky coincidence time? My husband is a virgo, birthday 24 August. My initals are BJ…? (Just reading through your old blog posts, slowly but surely).

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