- Five Years Old- Drinking my first beer with my Dad on the porch of my Grandfather's house
- Six Years Old- Falling downhill, breaking my arm after being pushed by my sister off her bike's handlebars
- Seven Years Old- Birthday party at McDonald's with the Hamburgler and Grimace scaring me to death ( I was expecting Ronald McDonald)
- Eight Years Old- Walking to school with my brand new MCM purse and British Knights sneakers, and getting in a fight with Shanequa Monroe as she tries to steal the purse.
- Nine Years Old- Riding in the car with my Dad as he shoots at my mom and her boyfriend
- Ten Years Old- Finding the dead bodies of my friend's parents
- Eleven Years Old- Skirt flies up over my head on field trip to the Capital in Montgomery and my crush seeing my Care Bear panties
- Twelve Years Old- My mom waking me up to tell my sister and I that my Dad was dead (second heart attack)
- Thirteen Years Old-Losing my virginity in my granddad's basement on my Uncle Darryl's waterbed
- Fourteen Year Old- Slitting my wrist with a razor but too dumb to realize you're supposed to take the razor blade out, so I really just scratched my arm up
- Fifteen Years Old- Winning the Miss Jackson-Olin crown and walking across the football field.
- Sixteen Years Old- Looking for my best friend, Droopy, after the waves knocked us apart in the water on our annual band trip to Panama City Beach ( his body was found four days later)
- Seventeen Years Old- Getting my first tattoo in college (it's a phoenix on my back shoulder)
- Eighteen Years Old- Smoking weed for the first time after seeing one of the movies in the SAW series and being completely paranoid that a creepy clown-faced midget on a bike was following me
- Nineteen Years Old- Working at Fredrick's of Hollywood and Cooper's WatchWorks at the Heritage Mall in Nashville, and stealing merchandise
- Twenty Years Old-Dissecting a dead body (we named her Gloria) in Human Anatomy and finding out that fat in your body looks like creamed corn
- Twenty-One Years Old- Giving birth to my son, John after 42 hours (yep, you read that right) of labor (long story, but his dad is the brother of the best friend I lost -see number 12)
- Twenty-Two- Meeting the love of my life. Spending the night at a friend's boyfriend's house and he walks out of his bedroom at 6:30 in the morning ( he was a roommate) in a blood-covered apron (he worked at a butcher's shop).
- Twenty-Two- Moving into my first apartment with John, both of us carrying our little boxes
- Twenty-Three- Catching a plane for the first time in my life (on my way to Vegas)
- Thirty- Walking the love of my life walk away
- Thirty-One- Walking on UAB's campus after being out of school for years
- Thirty- Two- Seeing my friend Ron again after five years
- Thrity Three- Standing behind the church doors on Granddad's arm in my wedding dress, hoping Ron likes it
- Thirty-Four- The pink line forming on the pregnancy stick informing me I got pregnant on my honeymoon and will be a mom again after thirteen years
Sunday, September 21, 2014
25 Moving Images of My Life
Here are images from the life of Tamera J. Carter: Warning- It may sound like I had a horrible childhood, but it was awesome!
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