Audiobio: Jenna Delmar

Me/Us/U · Jenna Delmar

Peaceful Piano Music under the starting tone

If you’re looking at the Delmar family tree, Jenna Delmar would be at the very bottom. The very baby of the family. Youngest sibling, cousin, grandchild, whatever-have-you. 

Nobody understands how hard it is being the youngest child, and the favorite one at that. Yes, my mom and dad may have spoiled me (just a tad bit, I swear), but I think that was to make up for the torture my two older siblings put me through.

            I don’t even know where to start. Maybe the sibling trauma of my early years is what makes me so funny. Maybe it’s why I’m so creative now, as I had to think of better ways to get back at them than just “Mommmm!”

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            I was told that raising me was a memorable experience by every adult that surrounded me. I wasn’t a bad kid in the slightest, but I don’t think I could say I was a really good one either. I’m really good at testing people’s patience, and that didn’t even take me long to perfect. Most of what I did was furthered by spite (and, I won’t lie, it still is).

            One time, I think I was about eight, I ate ten tacos just because my brother bet that I couldn’t. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad so impressed with one of his children before, until this most recent Christmas at least. My brother wanted a turkey leg, but because he wanted it, I wanted it. Were we too old for this? Yes, 19 and 24, it’s fine though. So the agreement was that I could have it, but only if I could finish the whole thing. I cleaned the bone, and it was impressive (especially because I wasn’t too sure if I’d even be able to do it myself). I don’t even like turkey that much. So, just saying, I’ve been pretty good at being spiteful for about eleven years now.

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            But when it comes to my actual childhood, I don’t even know where to start. Especially how it turned me into the person I am today. So I asked my parents, who asked not to have their voices in this.

            When asking them to come up with one word to describe me and how I was as a child, my mom said wonderful, and my dad said pain-in-the-ass  (he asked me to hyphenate it as one word so it would fit the question). Thanks, Dad.

            I think my mom was over exaggerating, but my dad got it right on the nose. They both mentioned a few of the same memorable occurrences that I will now tell you about, much to my embarrassment, so, you’re welcome. Apparently, even though I have no recollection of this, when I was little and couldn’t sleep, I would go to my parents’ room. However, we had a rule—no waking mom or dad up unless there was puke or blood. So instead of waking them up, I’d have to stare until one of them woke up. This happened multiple times, and it really freaked my mom out. The only justification I have for this is that I’ve always been a pretty bad sleeper.

            My dad used to call me Wednesday sometimes, like Wednesday Addams. Because he thought I was creepy. Lovely, I know. I’d stare off into space, and there was even a point in time where I refused to talk (and that lasted months). My older sister would communicate for me, and my parents ended up accepting it and hoping that it would stop eventually. My sister used to talk so much that my parents created “quiet time,” as a way to get some peace and quiet, but they also would literally beg me to talk. It happened eventually, because now I’m the one who can’t shut up.

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            My mom said that I’m still the same little girl in a lot of ways, and I would definitely agree. Not much has changed, if anything, I’ve added little quirks to my personality as time’s gone on. I’d call all my concussions personality builders, but more normal stuff like my bad sense of humor is just a normal add-on. 

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            I’m definitely, like, one of those people who doesn’t think my childhood defined me, but it explains a lot about the person I am today. I’m definitely a firm believer that your childhood experiences can shape who you are. And because of that, I’d probably have to agree with my dad about me being a pain-in-the-ass; but, you know, some things just never change.

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