family and friends

My family. Where to start? I don’t really know where to start so I guess I’ll start my telling you about my parents. My dad’s name is Dwayne Locklear. He is married to Selena Locklear. He has two biological children and one step-daughter. My little sister Ariel Locklear and I are his biological kids. Arlena Locklear is his step-daughter. He works at Smithfield Packing in Tar Heel, North Carolina. He has worked there for the past 22 years and counting. My mom’s name is Vickie Simmons. She is married to my step-dad Donald Simmons but everybody just calls him “Don” for short. She has two biological children and five step-children. She works at Carlie C’s IGA off of Cedar Creek road. She has only been there for a few months. My little sister Alexis Simmons and I are my mom’s only biological kids. Aaron Simmons oldest and soon to be husband and father, Sean Simmons father of Gavin my nephew and second oldest, Nicholas third oldest, and Brandon Simmons fourth oldest and Justin Simmons the youngest of all five boys. I have two friends that I consider family, Kayla Locklear and Kiana Sease. I’ve known Kayla the longest. I’ve known her for most of my life. I consider her a sister since we bicker and fight like one ha-ha. We’ve had each other’s back for as long as I can remember. She is my partner in crime my ride or die my best friend. She also has one handsome little boy. I’ve known Kiana since my sophomore year at South View. I think I would consider as a sister too because she sure makes sure that I stay out of trouble.
When I was younger about four or five I remember taking a trip down to Florida visiting family. While we were there we went fishing in a little pond that was in my mom’s aunt’s backyard. This is the time that I caught my first fish. I remember pulling it out of the water and trying to run away from it still holding on to the fishing pole. While I was attempting to run away from the fish that was helplessly dangling on the end of the line all my parents could do was laugh at me. There was another time when I was about two or three. My dad told me that I was sitting on the ground playing when a grasshopper jumped in front me and he said that I caught it and ate it.
Another time when I was about eight or nine when I and my dad were deer hunting in about mid-December. We were walking through the swamp and we came to part of the swamp that I couldn’t cross because the water was too deep. My dad had to pick me up and carry me threw the water but he tripped and I fell in the freezing water. By the time we got back to where the truck was I had ice and water sloshing around in my boots. Thank goodness I had a change of clothes with me that day or else I could’ve gotten really sick.