Personal Childhood Web
The first person that influenced my life was my mom. Her name is Lennie Pearl Turner. My mom always encouraged me as a child and even today to get an education so that I would be something and somebody when I grew up. Even today she encourages and supports me in everything I do. She tells often how proud I make her feel and she tells me every day that she loves me. As a child
This is me and my mom. The second person I would like to recognize that made me feel special was my dad. Kenneth Eugene Turner. My dad taught me to work on cars, fish, and how to dance. I love him so much. Although, he passed a few years ago, he had the opportunity to see me graduate from college. And I know he was proud of me. My mom use to tell me stories about when I was a baby and how tiny I was. My dad use to cook me oatmeal as a tiny infant. He said his baby girl was going to be alright. I weighed five pounds thirteen ounces when I was born prematurely. My dad was determined to put some weight on me. My mom told me about how he use to stay up with me at night because I was very ill as a newborn being born too soon. My dad cared for me and nurtured from the day I was born until the day he died. My dad use to put me on his shoes as a little girl and we would dance until I fell asleep. He would let me hold his tools while he worked on everybody’s car in the alley behind our house. I remember him taking me and my brothers and sister to the airport where he worked and let us play on the planes. My dad was the best dad a girl could have.
Me and my dad at my graduation from Davenport in 2006. I grew up with my two brothers and one sister. I feel we nurtured and cared for each other. Being the second child in the family I had the opportunity to be a big sister and a little sister. I had an older brother and a younger brother, one sister young that me. We had tons of fun and fights. My sister loved to wear my cloths, and my brothers taught me to be a tom boy. I felt we nurtured and care for each.
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| My oldest Brother, Kevin and Me |
My younger brother Scott and me.
I don’t remember a lot about the teachers I had as a child. This was too long ago. One childhood memory I have kept with me all my life is my first day of school. I got lost on the way home.
I was suppose to wait for my brother after school and got nervous and left on my own. I wondered the neighborhood for hours and just could not remember my way home. I started asking people did they know where the house was next to a gas station. Every time someone gave me a direction I always went the wrong way. At five years old I really did not know how to follow directions. Finally after a few hours, (it could have been a few minutes), but at that age minutes seem like hours. A mail man was walking by and I ask him the question that I asked many other people, “Sir, do you know where the house next to the gas station is?” He looked at me and said, “It right around that corner.” I’m sure he had seen me a many of times on that porch and that how he knew who I was and where I wanted to go.
As I approached the corner I could see that there were police officers at my house. I ran up to the porch, up the stairs right into my mothers’ arms. I started crying, she started crying and I hugged her as tight as I could for as long as I could. The officers asked me a few questions, took a statement from my mom and they were on their way. I can say he was one of the people in my life that cared for me, he remembered me, although I don’t know his name. Today I know how special I was at a distance that he paid attention to me as a child even though I did not know him he knew me. The mail man cared for me that day and I made it home safely.
This is the story of my childhodd as much as I can remember.
This is my sister Stary and her husband Benny
