Some People Just Don't Get It

By Kimberly Brown

My book is out there to help people to make better choices and understand that when you decide to do negative things that involve others it sends them into another thinking process of why they're here in the first place.  They may ask themself why, but it takes a big person to find out why and then d

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writers Branding LLC
• Release date: Jun 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781639454372

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SOME

PEOPLE

JUST

DON’T

GET

IT!

Kimberly Brown

SOME PEOPLE JUST DON’T GET IT!

Copyright © 2022 by Kimberly Brown

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ISBN: (eBook) 978-1639454372

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To God Jesus and the Holy Spirit

and

to my loving husband and kids.

Thanks to you all.

INTRODUCTION

I’m apologizing ahead for the true things in my book that may be hurtful to many. Understand that I love my family, only it’s time for me to tell my story so other Kimberlys may learn from my own experiences. If you’re mentioned in here, you’ve made a difference in my life good or bad.

I’m writing my book because of the things I’ve experienced over the course of my time here on earth. My views about people and how they can affect everything about a person’s life and understanding is the main reason.

SOME PEOPLE JUST DON’T GET IT!

No matter the things that they have done to anyone affects the outcome in that person’s life, only it’s for the person that has been affected to grow from and know that it’s not where you’ve been but where you’re going.

I know the haters in my life have affected certain things they thought were going to constantly be affecting me and make me feel so bad that I wouldn’t be able to pick myself up. So thank you, you haters, and know that you made me the woman I am today.

IF IT WALKS LIKE A DUCK,

TALKS LIKE A DUCK, and

LOOKS LIKE A DUCK,

THEN IT’S A DUCK.

THAT’S WHY

SOME PEOPLE JUST DON’T GET IT!

Early one day on September 28, 1970, my mom, Sharon, went into labor with me. For several hours, she was in labor at Denver General Hospital. While in the next room to her was another lady that was Spanish, and she was screaming so much that my mom told them to shut her up.

Now I understand that I was my mother’s fourth child by now. My Aunt Audrey was present too when I was born.

When she saw my hands, she couldn’t believe that my hands

were so big.

Sharon, this girl’s going to be a giant, my Aunt Audrey said.

My mom named me Kimberly because my dad, Robert, had a crush on Kimberly Novak, the movie star. He wanted my mom to name me after her. Still today I wonder why he didn’t name his other girls Kimberly.

Anyway, three years later is my first memory of me. We were living on Columbine on the corner of Thirty-fifth in some duplexes, being outside with the neighbors and barbecuing, eating, and playing with my brothers and sister—Anthony, Sean, and Shannon. Everyone called Anthony Tony instead.

The adults were playing cards outside, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. We’d go to play at the school up the street to swing sometimes. When we came back, I was told to stay in the yard because I was too young to go any further where they went anyway.

Soon after they came back, they had a big red shiny go-kart that was long enough for all the kids to ride at the same time. I couldn’t wait; I just had to ride it too. I ran to ride on it, and my mom pulled me away for my bath time and bedtime.

I was standing in my turquoise panties in the door, waiting for my mom to draw my bath. I started to go closer to the door and watched them all playing on the big red go-kart. I looked to see where my mom was and took off running again. I just knew that I was going to make it this time for sure. Only by the time that I got there ready to get on the big red shiny go-kart, my mom was there too and picked me up by my arm and swung me around toward the house and spanked me, telling me, I told you not to go outside! Everyone in the background was saying, Sharon, great catch and that was great!

This of course is why I thought people were laughing that I got my butt spanked. Only that it was funny to see a child trying to get away with something they knew they shouldn’t have even tried. I took my bath then went straight to sleep.

I also remember going to preschool at Jackson Day Care Center on Twenty-ninth and Jackson St. I only went to school for half a day, but it was the best time out of the day. I couldn’t wait to go to school the next day. All the teachers liked me.During centers, I always played on the record player listening to the Chipmunks (Witch Doctor). I could have listened to that all day long. I thought their voices were differently funny, so much that I was amazed all the time. We had to go home sometime though.

One of the teachers, Mrs. Cheryl, who was really nice, took a liking to me so much that I didn’t have to take naps. She would take me to get ice cream at Dolly Madison up the street, and she would buy me some bubble gum and tell me to hide it until I got home. This bubble gum came in a long purple or green sleeve. Mrs. Cheryl reminded me of the singer Minnie Ripleton. (She did a Kit-Kat commercial with a lion, and she sat in a big wicker chair with the lion at her feet. At the end of the commercial, the lion would roar.)

My mom was working for the Denver Public Schools, in the kitchen, and would bring cherry and apple turnovers back home, if any were left over. She’d come and pick me up after work, and with Sean and Shannon, we’d go home and wait for Tony to get home from school. Tony was old enough to walk to and from school. Tony was ten years old, Sean was seven years old, and Shannon was six years old.

Back in those days, people watched over everyone’s kids when their parents were not around. So much different from now. It seems like our morals aren’t kept with this new generation. I have never understood why people allow their kids at such a young age and get away with it and laugh as if it’s cute and funny coming out of a child’s mouth and not do something about it. My mom wasn’t going for it from the start. She was raising four children on her own and you’d better listen the first time.

Now I’m four years old, and my brother came home one day with a puppy and asked my mom if we could keep it—some stray he found that followed him home. He’s cute, sure. Tony named him Bubbles.

Every day after school, I couldn’t wait to play with him. I’d get home and take him outside; he’d chase me around the bush that was on the corner until I got tired.

Well, one night we called for him and he didn’t reply. I went looking for him in Mom’s room and found him on the side of her bed sick. Mom called the Animal Rescue, and they took him, because he had worms and needed to be put down. All our fun was gone. I wasn’t okay and really missed Bubbles. My mom saw we needed something, so she got us a guinea pig. That was great too. Now we could actually hold it in our hands.

Still going to Jackson Day Care Center, and tomorrow is picture day. I liked the camera a lot. I was getting my hair done the night before. I’d asked my mom if I could help get my clothes out and ready for tomorrow. My mom was happy that I wanted to help.

The next morning, we were running late to school, and pictures were almost done. When I walked in, the camera wasn’t set, and they were taking the lights down. My mom asked them if we were too late. They put everything back up just to take my picture. Unfortunately, that same day at centers, everyone knew I liked to listen to the Chipmunks.

Well, we had a new girl come in and she went straight to the record player. I asked her if I could listen to it after she did. She said, No! I wasn’t happy about that at all.

I went to my teacher and told her what she said. Kimberly, you listen to that player every day that you’re here and no one messes with you, right? So why don’t you let her listen to them today, okay?

I said, Okay, and I went off right to her and said, You are going to let me listen to it right now!

I snatched the headphones off her head, and my teacher saw it. She asked me to come to her. She had a ruler that she used to hit our hands with. I had to put my hands out and she hit them twice. I told my mom, and she didn’t do anything. Back then you’d get spanked by everyone—teachers,