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Jolynn Albritton Autobiography 10/ 19 /07 1A

My birth:
I was born in Titusville, FL. On March 23 1992 at Parrish Medical Center. My mom was 38 and my dad was 33. I was born on my great uncles birthday, plus I was the only granddaughter in the family. So I was somewhat special. My grandparents from both sides were there, my great uncle, aunts, uncles, cousins and a bunch of friends of the family. I weighed 7lbs. 8 oz. I was 22 & ¾ in. long. My mom had to have an emergency “C” section because I was very sick. I was born with a heart rate of 7 beats a min. I was put in an incubator for 2 days. My mom was not allowed to come see me because I was so sick. But my mom said that said asked the nurse if she could go look at me and make sure I was alright, and the nurse told her no. So she grabbed the nurses arm and dug her nails into her and said either you get me a wheelchair or she’d walk there herself. I came home 4 days after I was born and I was fortunate to be alive.

First five years of my life:
I took my first step when I was 18 months old and mom says I use to fall every two steps. My first words were Wal-Mart. Kind of crazy but we lived on Garden St. and there use to be a Wal-Mart where the Publix is now, so my mom useto walk there so she could supposedly loose weight but I think she just liked going and looking at the things in the store. But we went almost every day after a couple of months after I was born. We both loved Wal-Mart and could spend all of our time in that store. When I was about to turn Two we moved to our newly built house in Christmas, Fl. My mom and dad were going

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