memoir

Most people would be writing about an incident  or situation they were in when you think about crime and justice, not me, in my case it is the opposite situation.  Growning up when i thought about crime and justice , I thought about of my parents.  My father was a drug detective and my mother was a correction officer in Massachuesettes female prison. What fun for a teenager! As a teenager I hated what my parents did for a living because people acted  like I was a police officer or a corrections officer myself.  Although I was always proud of my parents because they were both truely great at what they did, I still resented them for it during highschool.

   Jason, the boy who made my heart beat double and my palms sweat was sitting right on the side of me in our sophomore history class.  I remember thinking the first day of class when i saw him walk into class was  ," Oh my god, we're in the same class?", worried about what he would think of me or even if he knew i existed i gave him a smile and continued my conversation with me friend that was on the side of me.  When the teacher walked in, he had told us he was going to call everyone out by name alphabetically and would be sitted in that order.  What do you know, it just so happened that our names fell in place that Jason sat directly on the right side of me. Nervous i looked at him and gave him a smile and surprisingly he gave one in return.

   Thoughout the following weeks everyday we seemed be be giving eachother more and more smiles throughout the class and little casual conversations like , " did you do your homework?" or "what are we suppose to be doing today?" Loving the fact that he wasnt ignoring me , I kept my cool and always replied with a smile. 

   One day i was answering questions in our text book that the teacher had asked us to finish and all of a sudden Jason passed me a note! Happy but also wondering if he was just asking me the answer to a question we had i quitely opened the note.  Reading it my heart begin to race.

" Hey Casey, obviously you know it's me Jason , I was wondering if you had a boyfriend? "

Thoughts in my head were going crazy, " Whaaaaaaaaaaat?? NO WAY he's asking me this?

  In my reply I stated " not really", which i definitely didnt at the time but ithought if he knew there was a little competition I could really find out if he really did like me .

  "OOOO ok" , he replied, " Can I still have your number? "

 Screaming inside with excitment I gave him my number and went straight home after school to wait for his call.  ( It's so silly how you act as a teenager) Around 5 O'clock that night he called and wse we talked all night until our phones were going to die.

For about another two weeks our conversations became longer , we hung out after class with friends and a few ties by ourselves.  Then one night we we're on the phone and the question I was dreading finally came.  " What do your parents do for a living?"

  Dreading his response to my answer , but still not wanting to lie to him i said, " Oh, my dad is just a cop and my mom is a prison guard" , trying to make it seem like it wasn't anything scary, because as a teenager we seem to be scared of police officers.

   Afte a few seconds of silence he finally answered, "  ooooohh that's cool" in not a so convincing voice .  About a hhalf hour after that he wanted to end the conversation ealier then normal, this is when i knew we we're going to be together.  Sad and upset at the time I became upset with my parents, not realizing they went to work everyday and risked there lives and myself and other people, but as a teenagr you seem to only think about what is good for yourself. 

   The next few days Jason starting calling less and seemed a little reluctent during class.  I then wrote him a note and asked him what was going on and his reply made me so upset and mad at he same time simply because it wasn't my fault .  " I dont think I could handle being around a cop and a prison guard all the time, your dad scares me ."

    Hurt about the situation I quickly got over him , like most teenagers do , still hating the fact that friends and potectional boyfriends were scared to come to my house I still survived and grow up.  I am now 25 years old, I have a beautiful 16 month old daughter kylee and a new baby on the way.  It's amazing on how much I have grown since highschool . Especially being a parent myself now , I totally understand why my parents did what they did.  They tried to help others in need and and make the place where I grew up safer for everyone nto just myself.  Now being a parent myself, nothing in this entire world is more important than my childs well-being and safety. I can only hope to be such a great parently figure like my parents were for me.