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Born to a router of buses in a local school district and a police
officer who had a passion for cars. Jen was the first of three children,
leaving her utterly spoiled by her large family for the first two
years of her life. Must be where her bratty attitude comes from,
eh? Anyway, during the first moths of her birth her family's recently
acquired house was being completely remodled. We're talking some
rooms didn't have a ceiling, remodled. But life was good and the
world was full of blankies and squeaky chew toys.
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| On February 12, of 1987 (Jen
forgets the year often.) another child enters the Hansen family. Named
after both my gradfather, James, and my father, Gregory, James was
a ball of noise and dare-devil antics. Really. He climbed everywhere
within reach. The dryer, out of the crib, up the book case, in the
cupboards.. everywhere. I guess, other than a few normal sibling arguments
James and I have pretty much always gotten along. [[And yes, the lion
cub is real.]] |
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In 1990 Jen's sister, Heather,
was born. She was different than her siblings in the fact that she
had a little hair when she was a few months old, and it was her mother's
shade of red instead of blonde, like my brother and I. Jen and Heather
really don't get along often at all. Neither do James and Heather.
Meanwhile, Jen was doing very well in school. She was on the honor
roll all the time in her middle school, won many awards and was in
the National Junior Honor Society. In her freshman year of highschool
Jen met many new friends, including her soon to be boyfriend, Dan.
Warp through a whole bunch of school to the present. It's currently
2002, my junior year of highschool. I'll graduate spring of 2003.
I've got friends, and Dan and I have recently celebrated 2 years together.
I now live with my father after a bloody fallout with my mother, and
it's all pretty darn good that way.
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