Personal Narrative: I Am A Turkey Baby

Once my mom brought me home from the hospital she called me a turkey baby because I was born on Thanksgiving. She always said she had a lot to be thankful for that day. My dad wasn't there when I was born but my grandma was. My grandpa was riding in the desert when he got the call from my grandma saying my mom went into labor. She kept him updated the whole time. My grandma was so excited when I was born that she called my grandpa to tell him. First thing he asked was “Does she have all her fingers and toes?”; my grandma was just so excited she forgot to check. She hangs up on him counts my fingers and toes then calls him back and tells him yes I do. In my early years I was a goofy little thing, according to the stories I've been told. My absolute
favorite toy was this big basketball about the size of me. I would take it everywhere with me. But my favorite story of all time is when I made my mom freak out and lose me.When I was a toddler my mom was folding laundry in the living room and I was playing with my ball around the house. After some time she realised it was way too quiet in the house for a toddler to be there. She searched the entire house for me ran outside screaming my name and asking neighbors if they seen me. Thinking she had lost me she runs inside to call my grandparents and suddenly hears me giggling. Slowly she walks around trying to identify where that giggling is coming from. Finally she opens the closet and i was sitting in the hamper with a pair of boxers on my head. I bet she was mad at that one but not as mad as when i turned myself into jarhead. I kept playing with the curtains, pulling on them being a kid, and she yelled at me not to. Of course like any child i kept playing with them and pulled too hard pulling them down and hitting myself in the eye and cutting my face. I then got my first nickname from my sperm donor, Jarhead.