Hi again,
As you already know, my name is Derek Sean Coulter. I am 26 years old. I am married to the most wonderful woman in the world, Misty, and we have 2 awesome boys, Rydlee:7 and Aidyn:4(on the 26th). I guess I want to try again on this blogging, only this time I'm going to start at the present. My blogs maybe few and far between, but they will most definitely be about Me and my family and how we came to be.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Hmmm
Wow, it's been awhile. guess this whole "blog about my life" thing just wasn't for me. Maybe I will use this thing in a different way. Who knows but for now just thought I would make a brief entry!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Scene 2 : Broken Memories of a Long Past Childhood
I remember quite a bit and not a whole lot about my childhood all at the same time. Which I know sounds pretty bizarre, but it is very true. I remember every house I ever lived in with the exception of the apartment my parents lived in when I was born. I remember all the pets we ever had growing up, and I remember (barely) my parents marriage.
I could've asked for a better childhood, but what's the point. I am who I am because of that childhood. My parents were both alcoholics when I was growing up and the only real thing I can remember is them fighting and beating each other up.
But all in all I am satisfied, as an adult, with the childhood that I had. I remember the times my mom was arrested, for one thing or another, and I remember staying with my grandparents for the time frame she was in jail.
But one of the most vivid memories I can recall from my childhood is living in Crossroads Halfway House in Enid, Oklahoma. I was 7 years old, and if I recall it was part of the stipulations of my mom regaining custody of my brother and myself. And it was one of the most horrible places, in my opinion, known to man. The people that worked there didn't give a flip about anything. This was also the facility that attributed to my first near death experience with drowning:
It was field trip day. We were getting the opportunity to go to the YMCA to go swimming, and everyone was very excited. I remember taking swimming lessons around the age of five, but needless to say, I still didn't really know how to swim. Also, there were no safety rules of instruction before we arrived at the pool. So I didn't know that the pool wasn't all the same depth from one end to the other.
Upon arrival we were told what time we be leaving and to have fun, so I rushed to jumP in: the deep end.
Now, if at this point you fail to remember, please reread the part where I mentioned that I had taken swimming lessons one time, when I was five.
I immediately hit the water, realized I couldnt touch the bottom, even on my tippy toes, and freaked. For what seemed like forever I was flailing around not knowing what to do, until someone threw me, not a life preserver, a styrofoam boogie board. Which I am pretty sure on the package it came in said: "Not a Life Saving Device". But it worked. I was able to make it to the side of the pool, and to the best of my recollection didn't get back in for the rest of the visit.
Now in the begginning of this story I mentioned that this was my first experience with nearly drowning. I have only had two, but in the installment I will be talking about the other time I nearly drown, which I remember in even more vivid detail than this.
I would also like to take a moment at this time and say if, throughout any of this journey, you have any questions or comments please feel free to leave them in the comments section. I am a very open person when it comes to who I am and my life, and will be more than happy to answer your questions.
Please join me for Scene 3: Don't Come In the Water's Awful.
I could've asked for a better childhood, but what's the point. I am who I am because of that childhood. My parents were both alcoholics when I was growing up and the only real thing I can remember is them fighting and beating each other up.
But all in all I am satisfied, as an adult, with the childhood that I had. I remember the times my mom was arrested, for one thing or another, and I remember staying with my grandparents for the time frame she was in jail.
But one of the most vivid memories I can recall from my childhood is living in Crossroads Halfway House in Enid, Oklahoma. I was 7 years old, and if I recall it was part of the stipulations of my mom regaining custody of my brother and myself. And it was one of the most horrible places, in my opinion, known to man. The people that worked there didn't give a flip about anything. This was also the facility that attributed to my first near death experience with drowning:
It was field trip day. We were getting the opportunity to go to the YMCA to go swimming, and everyone was very excited. I remember taking swimming lessons around the age of five, but needless to say, I still didn't really know how to swim. Also, there were no safety rules of instruction before we arrived at the pool. So I didn't know that the pool wasn't all the same depth from one end to the other.
Upon arrival we were told what time we be leaving and to have fun, so I rushed to jumP in: the deep end.
Now, if at this point you fail to remember, please reread the part where I mentioned that I had taken swimming lessons one time, when I was five.
I immediately hit the water, realized I couldnt touch the bottom, even on my tippy toes, and freaked. For what seemed like forever I was flailing around not knowing what to do, until someone threw me, not a life preserver, a styrofoam boogie board. Which I am pretty sure on the package it came in said: "Not a Life Saving Device". But it worked. I was able to make it to the side of the pool, and to the best of my recollection didn't get back in for the rest of the visit.
Now in the begginning of this story I mentioned that this was my first experience with nearly drowning. I have only had two, but in the installment I will be talking about the other time I nearly drown, which I remember in even more vivid detail than this.
I would also like to take a moment at this time and say if, throughout any of this journey, you have any questions or comments please feel free to leave them in the comments section. I am a very open person when it comes to who I am and my life, and will be more than happy to answer your questions.
Please join me for Scene 3: Don't Come In the Water's Awful.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Opening Scene
Well, I have put a lot of thought into what I want to blog about. After much consideration I think I just want to tell everyone about my life. Which may not be the prettiest picture I could paint, but it's real. So here I go:
It was on May 31, the year 1987, 5:58 PM. I breathe my first breath in this world. I was born in Alva, OK. My parents were married and young. Mom: 22 Dad: 26. I was a healthy baby: 8 lbs 0 oz, 20 In. long. The first of two. It was a day just like any other, only now I have arrived. A day I don't even remember, but one I will never forget.
I was a happy child. I can remember getting in trouble my fair share, but I was happy. Also, I was a fairly normal child. Whatever normal is.
So that's where it begins. From there is where it all gets pretty/ugly/happy/sad and any other emotion that you can think of. Over the coarse of this journey I hope you will enjoy learning more about me.
Close Scene.
It was on May 31, the year 1987, 5:58 PM. I breathe my first breath in this world. I was born in Alva, OK. My parents were married and young. Mom: 22 Dad: 26. I was a healthy baby: 8 lbs 0 oz, 20 In. long. The first of two. It was a day just like any other, only now I have arrived. A day I don't even remember, but one I will never forget.
I was a happy child. I can remember getting in trouble my fair share, but I was happy. Also, I was a fairly normal child. Whatever normal is.
So that's where it begins. From there is where it all gets pretty/ugly/happy/sad and any other emotion that you can think of. Over the coarse of this journey I hope you will enjoy learning more about me.
Close Scene.
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