The Life Of Corey Salyer
...she could deal with three boys. My brothers, later to be named Ty-Ty and Bam-Bam, were staying with my Grandma and Grandpa and could not wait to see me. Tyler, who was then five years of age and could not remember what it was like having a new born brother around, thought of me as a new toy he could play with and share his love of "McGuiver" tricks and booby traps. He was then disappointed when he found out that newborn babies stink and sleep for almost the entirety of the day. "Tweedle-dum" on the other hand did not know what to think of me being only two years old. However, he was happy that he was no longer on the bottom of the pecking order now that he had a younger brother he could beat up. So there it was, Jeff, Angela, Tyler, Brandon, Corey and Skeeter the dog. The Salyer family was complete. The last, but most important, piece of the puzzle was finally set in place.
I was brought home two days after the birth and things seemed to be going great. However, the puzzle was finally broken apart when Skeeter was brutally squashed when the neighbor's pet, an overweight bulldog, jumped on him and killed him. I was only in my first two weeks of life but it was a devastating blow to the family, as the beloved Pompoo went away to doggy heaven. I could care less though as long as I was sitting in my swing with my thumb in my mouth and my momma beside me. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum always interrupted my good thumb suckings because they always wanted to kiss me. As soon as I would get comfortable in my swing, my mom would have to go and clean or answer the phone or something, and then chubs and Tyler would be right in my face. I would scream for my mom because I knew that she would be able to pry those two off me.
We lived on 96 Darlene Drive out near the Trout Club in a small split-level home with no air conditioning, shag carpeting and a big backyard, according...
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