Just thinking back on my life

Lately I have been thinking back mainly about how lucky I am. I really had a great childhood all of my memories from my childhood have helped mold me into the person I am today. I have very loving parents, probably the best siblings anyone could ask for. I still consider myself to be lucky because I wouldn't change a thing about my life even if they said that they could make it so I never got sick or put this gorilla I call MS on my back. This first memory I have was when my sister and I went away for a week of camping. We were both very excited about going, after our week at camp our grandparents who had been out visiting with the rest of the family came with our parents to pick us up. I remember running right by them and into my mom's arms because I had been having some really bad headaches almost the entire time we were there. My sister had begged them to let her call my parents because I was sick and they kept telling her, "no." We were told the one day that we had to write a letter home to our parents and that we should mention what a great time we were having. To be quite honest my sister and I were not having a great time like they wanted us to say. My mom kept those letters until the day she died in 2005. I am the type of person who will eventually relent to pressure to do things that I don't particularly want to do just to shut someone up that is bugging me. I wrote a very short letter home to my parents saying how much I missed and loved them, whereas my sister sent home a blank sheet of paper. My mom would later tell me that was when she knew there was something wrong because that was out of character for my sister to do. I remember it was at this camp that I first started experiencing migraine headaches. Now I don't know if this next part is true or not but my mom always said my sister kept asking if she could call our parents to come and get us because I was sick. That was the same summer we celebrated our seventh birthday in the caboose behind the McDonald's in Welland. I remember that birthday probably because I was sicker than a dog I was having headaches and vomiting like crazy so my mom and I were seated near the door of the caboose so that I could dash out the door and into the bathroom if I needed to use it and I used it a lot that day because just the smell of the food was making me sick. While everyone else had their happy meals my mom decided that it would be okay if I had a chocolate milkshake. I remember I was in the bathroom when my dad was wrapping up the party and shuffling everyone into vehicles. I remember asking my mom for my milkshake and it was at that point we found out that my dad never even thought to pick it up and bring it with him. I was in and out of the hospital almost every weekend because I was getting so dehydrated. It was that fall when they sent me to have my first EEG done. I was scared at first but the technician took away all those fears once she started explaining to me how everything worked and what it all did. She actually made me a short print out to take in for show and tell the next day. I finished that school year with flying colours and then that summer I would go back to playing soccer. I have had a passion for soccer since I was four years of age it also helped me that whether or not my friends were home I always had someone that would kick the ball around with me. Those days would shape my competitive nature for anything and everything. I remember the one weekend when I was in the hospital that summer, they had let my dad sneak my sister onto the children's ward at the local hospital because we were twins. I remember this because my mom was watching out the window as they left and she was laughing when I asked her what was so funny she said come here and have a look and there was my sister walking beside my dad imitating him step for step. That was a laugh long overdue that summer.