Im Just a Baby

I'm Just A Baby

Tell him. Go ahead and tell him. It had been two weeks since my Mom had asked me the question. It was something I had been avoiding and dreading. I wondered how she knew. Now that I am a mother myself I understand. Mom's have a sense about these things.

I grew up in an LDS family. The kind that goes to church every Sunday and then fights with each other all week. Mom was a hair stylist working in a salon out of our home. She was always busy making the ladies look like they had a helmet on top of their head. Mom was known all over town for making those hair do's stay in for weeks. We often joked that it is a miracle that we are not all brain dead from all the hairspray fumes. Dad was a school teacher and a coach at a local High School, a real hard ass. Dad did not take crap from anyone especially teenagers. Dad would go to work at four in the morning and we would not see him until ten at night. Both Mom and Dad worked hard to make ends meet.

Growing up we didn't have a lot of supervision and ran wild through the neighborhood. I had a lot of rules but there was no one there to enforce them. All growing up I was a pretty good kid, unfortunately there was a small problem; I had a touch of a wild streak.

I spent my childhood doing gymnastics, playing with friends, and jumping on anyone's trampoline who would let me jump without a permission note. I was not aloud on trampolines because of my Dad's fear of me getting paralyzed. I did not care, I would roam the neighborhood until I found one that would not require a note. Then I would jump for hours doing all sorts of crazy tricks. I loved the rush I would get from doing things I was not supposed to. This was the beginning of trouble for me.

The day I started high school I was terrified. As I walked down the main hall, all the popular kids were sitting on the heaters. It was the most awkward thing to walk past as they stared. The football players would stand at the end of the hall. One of them smiled at me, I was flattered and shocked at the same time. Each day the same kid would shout at me and I would shyly pass by. Gradually we started talking and Sam became my boyfriend.

All through my freshman year Sam and I liked each other. He was the kind of kid everyone liked. He was good looking, hilarious, and he drove a white mustang. I felt proud to be his girlfriend, we dated all through my freshman year.

Deseret Towers pool was the place to hang out in the summer. Me and my girlfriends would lay out all day, Sam and his buddies would come and play basketball in the pool. One particular day I was at the pool basking in the sun, and My cousin Michael showed up. Michael and I started talking and laughing, and Sam was not happy as he assumed I was with another guy. Sam started giving Michael mean looks then came up and