Emily's Timeline

  • My Birth

    I was born on October 12, 2004, in Lebanon, Tennessee at 3:09 pm. This is very important to me since it is the reason I am in this class today. This is also important because astrology is a big thing in my life because the whole thing is the reason and the way I am how I am. It's really cool, you should look into it. I am happy and well today.
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    Emily's Life

  • My First Storm

    I am deathly scared of tornado warnings or watches or anything like that. I can't handle those big windy thunderstorms. The reason for this is because I had lived in an apartment back in Red Boiling Springs, TN. and a tornado was about to sweep through. I and my family had gone to this little motel thing in the neighboring town and we just stayed there until it was over. When we came back, our apartment was literally down in shambles. I don't know the exact date, just the year. My first memory.
  • Birth Mom Got Sick

    My birth mom got into a car accident while I was in the backseat. It was horrible like the whole back window broke into millions of little pieces. I was perfectly fine, while she on the other hand wasn't. She was in the hospital for a long long time and I guess her health started to decline from there. She wasn't getting any better and no one could take care of me.
  • Moving To Arkansas

    While my mom was sick, my dad came to Arkansas in search of a job and he had met a woman named Maria. They basically fell in love and we moved from Tennessee to Arkansas to live with them. Maria had a 15-year-old daughter at the time and I was around 5. We had basically become super close and I eventually forgot about my birth mom but I still knew she was in Tennessee. We visited her from time to time but her health only kept getting worse.
  • Birth Mom's Death

    About a year after we had moved to Arkansas, my mom passed away on August 11, 2011. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was sitting on my bed watching Sponge Bob and my dad & Maria had called me to their room. I now called Maria mom and I still do because she raised me as if I were her own. I thought I was getting in trouble but then I saw my dad crying, and then they told me she had passed away. I have obviously grown but it still hurts from time to time just thinking about it.