My story begins on Monday, July 19, 1982 at 4:10 pm. I was the first born to Leathia Marshall and the last born to Ernest Morris. I was named Alythia Markesha-Nicole Marshall. My dad wanted my name to be similar to my mom's (little did he know it's Greek for truth, lol.) My grandma (mom's mom) insisted I have Nicole in my name or my mom couldn't come home from the hospital. So after arguing with my mom, shooting at my dad...I got my name and my grandma got her way, lol. From my mother's side of the family, I was the first grandchild. Naturally, I was spoiled rotten and my family set high standards for me. Little did they know, I'd eventually begin to set my own unrealistic standards.
My mom reminds me on a regular basis of how my, as JB calls them "quarks", have been with me as early as 8 mos. old. I didn't like my food to touch :o) I was a happy baby...someone was always holding me, lol. I rarely cried b/c at least two ppl were running to the rescue. I was kind of slow on the walking thing. Why be in a hurry to let everyone know I didn't need them to carry me around anymore? I was gonna ride that out until I was caught sneaking into something, lol. As my mom and Uncle James tells it, it was the 4th of July 1983 and my uncle was eating some ribs. Of course I wanted one (for those who know me, know I like to eat, lol) so he tells me to come and get it. So I take out running towards the food. My first steps weren't cute & wobbly...I ran without hesitation. This is how my family explains my love for track and field and how I was meant to do it (that comes later in the story). I like to think it describes me in general. If I want it, I run for it full speed.
I'll end here at age 3. I began school.
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