Living with CP: the early years part 19.

Hello everyone. I hope you all are having a wonderful day today, before I get started on today's entry I want to let everyone know that starting today every entry will be somewhat longer. With that said, it might take two days for one entry, so let's get started. 

Gorman school. Dayton, Ohio.

In this entry, I'm going to talk about when I started school the first time.  Before the first official day of school, my mother and grandma took me there so I could get used to everything and meet everyone. I would be going to the Gorman school in Dayton, Ohio.  This school was very special. All the kids that went there were disabled or handicapped.  I cried the whole day that first day until I met the principal, Pete Lanasa. He picked me up and started talking to me and said we will be just fine and I stopped crying. I went to that school for my first 6 years . 

At this point, I want to back-up a little bit and talk about Children's Medical Center since they got everything started for me after they discovered that I would be able to speak. I went there for years, and had O.T, P.T and Speech therapy. Without their help and that of my grandma, I would not be as well off as I am today.   

A School Bus like mine.

I have tell you all a story about my very first day of school. I did not want to go like any other child even though it was only a half-day in the beginning. I got all ready to go and my mother and I went outside to wait on the school bus. It pulled up and the bus had a lift on it because I was in a wheelchair. My mother took me to the bus, got on the lift they started pulling me back into the bus and I just started balling. They actually had to take me back off the bus and my mother took me back in the house to settle me down. Believe it or not, the bus waited on me until I came back out about 20 minutes later. See what happens in my next entry. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!