when asked to reflect on my childhood
from my age now, I close my eyes, take a
breath (or two) in, and prepare to remember.
based on what my parents have told me,
I was born on a day in February a day
later than they expected me in the
European country of Ukraine;
didn't live long there, only until I was
about two or three years old.
they say that we moved to the United States
in the summer time as refugees, seeing as my
father's family is Jewish and Jews were on the run
then; my mother adds that she wanted a
new beginning with new chances and new hope,
oh! and perhaps a better life for me.
up until I had to go to school, I grew up
speaking Russian at home with no English
and a little bit of Ukrainian there too;
at age 5 or 6, can't remember which, I started
school - it worried my parents, but my
Kindergarten teacher said,
"not to worry, she'll learn it with time."
and guess what? I did.
By now, I became bilingual.
when my mother's mom (my grandmother)
came over to the States in 2000, she settled in
with us, only 2 years after my sister was born;
yes, I still do love my grandmother,
even if she abused me - verbally and physically;
her ways of discipline were simply different from my
parents and indeed, tension and stress levels were
raised in the house from it.
this continued up until I was about 10 years old
when my family (my mother, father and sister)
moved up to Fort Collins for my dad to get his PhD;
there, everything seemed to be getting better.
from a fairly young age, I was told that I
was a skinny child and that I should try being
active in sports:
first sport I did, I did for only 3
months - gymnastics. during my time there,
I became very flexible and landed my splits;
second sport I did, I did for about 2 years - dance.
I participated in the most common ones, tap and ballet,
and often dreamed about becoming a professional
ballerina. needless to say, it didn't happen;
third sport I did, I did for about 3 years - martial arts.
this was the sport that taught me respect and
self-confidence that would follow me everywhere.
other sports I did include tennis and figure skating,
both contributed to my adolescent growth and health,
yet school prevented me from being as active as I once was.
having moved 2 times in a short amount of time meant
losing friends and hoping to make new ones;
first time I moved, I was worried that I would lose my one
and only best friend due to distance between us - it so
happens that distance only made our friendship stronger
and this year we celebrate being friends for 12 years.
making friends in a new town for me was hard work but
in the end, I found a few that I could trust and call "friends";
they became my support system when teachers and bullies
in junior high twisted and broke me down into pieces.
over the next few years, everything was alright
until I started having a ****** identity crisis
at age 16;
I started doubting who I was, who I loved,
where would I go from here. it didn't help that my dad
became more and more ignorant, saying that
bisexuality doesn't exist.
my family was (and still is) close and we could (can)
tell each other anything without being judged or
told that our views were wrong;
but,
how was I supposed to tell my parents, especially my dad,
that I might have a crush on a girl?
still, at age 19, I don't know who I am...
I'm a late bloomer, I know that.
as I open my eyes, I realize
there are many other things that
I have repressed, never wanting to look
back at them again;
my childhood will always remain a memory,
nothing more.