Ashley Kirchner Birth & Childhood - The Crazee Was Born
BOOM. I was born. Yeah, thats about it. Oh, and Brad Pitt was named the sexiest man alive. Fun fact : I'm a bleach blondie now, and have been my whole life except when I first popped into this world.. long dark hair. I was pretty much adorable as all hell.
Not only was I a tyrant through my high school years, but I started out life that way.. I mean colic? My poor parents, surprised they even had my brothers.
Not much going on.... born and raised in the same town I still live in ( as of Oct 6th 2022 as I re-cap this part of my life), aka Nashville IL. **I will be finally moving at least for part of the year in 2023 is the game plan**. Don't get us confused with Chicago.. we are a whole different world down here in the southern parts of the state. Surrounded by cornfields, in a town of 3,200 people and the nearest walmart is 30 miles away. We had an ALCO... if from a small town you'll know, if not? You may be like WTF is that. We grew up Catholic, still Catholic today, would love to find me a catholic guy to settle down with.. shall see how that goes. Sunday school as a kid was the most miserable thing.. our parents basically had to bribe us on sunday mornings to go in. But what 10 year old actually enjoys that?.. Yeah, still waiting. Totally different attitude now as I write this in late 2022, I actually am an avid sunday church goer.
I grew up playing soccer, softball, basketball, running, riding fourwheelers, being a huge tomboy and just an epic disaster of a sibling when me and my middle brother Tyler got together. I can't remember one family birthday party when we were younger when we were NOT beating the shit out of each other. My poor mom had her hands full. I still remember till this day my brothers, Tyler, 3 years younger than me and Michael, 5 years younger than him, each gave each other a bloody nose by punching one another in our front foyer. Or the time Tyler hit me with a "slap on bracelet" and dad had to run me to the emergency room to get 16 stitches.. ( which then at the time I decided to take out myself, because I was a monster). As well as my mom.. who chased my little brother with a wooden spoon to beat his ass up his bunk bed at 2 years old, and he jumped off and broke his arm. 19 years later and she still is favoring him I think because of this moment... But Dad never hit us with the belt, even though maybe that was common back in the 90's and early 2000's. I think it was because he was hit with them as a kid by his dad, but man let me tell ya... when you got that "wrist grab and drag" where he'd slowly pull you away from everyone... I was scared f'n shitless. You knew shit was getting real.
My mom worked 2-3 days a week for as long as could remember ( maybe more when I was a baby, not sure ), and my dad worked super long hours at his dad's trucking business, NOTS Logistics and the truck center where they fixed their trucks and others. In the summers after we built our new house when I was maybe 9-10 years old, I remember waking up everyday to pages and pages of chores from my mom, while she went to work for her 2-3 days. I cannot tell you how many flowers we had to water, and spots to dust in that big ol house... If my brother Tyler and I couldnt read her perfectly written cursive though? I said nope, can't read it.. ain't doing it! That never went over well.
We great up in a cut little house on mainstreet in our small hometown since the day I was born, until I was about maybe 8ish? Cannot remember exactly, but then my parents built a beautiful 5,000 sq ft house in a neighbor hood on the edge of town. We went from a small little, semi outdated home to a brand new dream home and it was fantastic. Don't get me wrong, many amazing memories were made in that first decade of my life in that little yellow house. I will forever remember the time my smallest brother when he was about 2, fell into the little water feature in the back, almost drowned and I had to save his life. Or when I came home from school one day and my cat, named "favorite" ( yes it was my favorite so that is what I named it ), was dead with ants all over it. Or the time we were in the yard and a bird shit on my moms head. Or the best memory of all when we got our little 90 fourwheelers when my brother Tyler wad 4 an I was 6! Oh, such good times in such a wonderful little home.
I took painting lessons & piano lessons around the age of 10-12 I think. I had always been very artistic my whole life, I got that from my mom. And my creativity? That also came from my dad. Both of my parents are very creative so that plus my moms art skills I got.. I was destined for some kind of creativy filled life ( and look at me today ). And the piano thing was something my dad and I both did and I would love to have the time to pick up again!
Smart in school? Yes, I always got all A's for the most part but that was probably more of a parent disapline thing because I really did not love school. I mean don't get me wrong, I can write a paper like there is no tomorrow, and I can do math quicker than most but my memory when it came to studying always was horrific! I had to spend hours and hours just to memorize for a test.. yeah, reason why you'll find out later I just went to community college. Could I become a doctor or some super smart shit if I wanted? 100%, I am extremely intelligent, just being blunt. Would I have the patience and want? Hell no.
I was always the good kid in school ... the sweet little blonde girl that I think all the teachers loved, and got along with just about everyone. But also one of the most competitive people you will ever meet in your life, I don't take losing well.
- re-capped & written on 10/6/22