Childhood Memory

Many memories came to mind when I was told to think of a childhood memory. However, one sticks out because it has impacted my life in a very unique way. It all started when I was approximately age 8, making my sister 12 years old. We used to play tricks on each other when we were younger, but it was never anything that got too out of hand. We would rag on each other, and then immediately laugh it off. This day it went too far. My sister and I were home alone one night, and she was upstairs in her room. For anyone who doesn't know what my house looks like--I was watching TV in the playroom which is toward the back of our house. The bathroom is in the front next to the stairs. I got up and went to the bathroom. I opened the door without paying too much attention, and closed it behind me, waiting to turn on the light. As I flicked the switch to turn the light on, my sister was standing there, with two small pieces of hair hanging in front of her face like antennas. I screamed and ran away as she chased me in circles around my house. Well, I went to the bathroom for a reason, but I didn't end up using it. It turns out, I was so scared that I wet my pants. Needless to say, I will never go to the bathroom without turning the lights on first.

Sobre Yo.

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My birth certificate says Jennifer Lynn Gorgone, but I go by Jen.

I was born on December 28, 1991.

The town I live in is too small for it's own good.

I'm a P.U.N.K. :)

I could eat chocolate covered pretzels for the rest of my life.

I love roller coasters & hugs.

I'm a senior at Profile, and I can't wait to leave.

I'm a very competitive person.

I'm a lover; not a fighter.

I'm sucker for an epic chick night.

I use song lyrics to describe how I'm feeling.

I love love LOVE my huge Italian family.

I'm a sox fan.

I'm in love with Brad Pitt.. but who isn't?

My favorite quote is:

"When we long for a life without difficulties,

remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds,

and diamonds are made under pressure."-Peter Marshall

...What's yours?