Every family has stories or myths of how they came to be. Some say they came over to America by boat. Other's say that they have been over here for centuries, and they were some of the founding families. These stories can't always be proven or disproved. Families will always have stories, no matter what time we are in, there will always be a story or myth that is passed down from generation to generation.
My family is no different. I can remember being in 5th grade and having a project about my heritage. I ran home that night and gave my father a huge hug. "Daddy, where do I come from?" my eyes looking up at him like he was my hero. And at the time he really was.
There was a stunned look upon his face. "Well Jaymie. When a mommy and daddy love each other very much..."
"No dad! Not where I come from, but like my heritage or something." I quickly cut him off before he could continue with his story.
A look of relieve swept his face. "We are Italian, Native American, German, Yugoslavian, and a mix of a lot lot more. Why do you need to know?"
"I have to make a flag in class and I need to know where I come from. Where is Yugoslavia anyways?"
"Its in Russia. They eat horses and dogs there. Its so cold you would freeze if you didn't kill and animal for it's fur." My father continued on about how this place supposedly was. Now I think he was only doing it to scare me, but when I was that little I thought he was serious.
That is just one myth that my family has told me. There are many more. So many in fact that it would take me forever to write them all down. I can remember every time my parents or even my siblings told me a story. My first thought is that they have to be telling the truth, they are my family, they wouldn't lie to me. That is before they told me I was an alien.
We were at my dad's baseball game and my older brother was left in charge or my and my sister. They took me to the playground where my brother sat me down and told me a story I will never forget. I was an alien, from the planet of "Bombzilla." (My brother loved the movie Godzilla at the time, if you can't tell.)
I had landed on my families doorstep when I was just a baby alien. My mother thought it would be a fun "experiment" to raise a baby alien. So they went to the store and bought a costume that looked and felt like a human baby. The store clerk that sold this to them even said it would grow as I grew. They then proceeded to super glue me into the costume where I was to that day.
My brother and sister had me completely convinced. He told my mom, dad, and sister to go along with the story. They even made up a language they later told me was my native tongue. They had me thinking this for over a year before finally telling me that it was fake.
Every family has stories or myths that get passed down from mother to daughter or father to son. My family is no different. And I bet neither is yours. The stories may differ drastically, just like how different families are.
