Amy McGuffey

Amy McGuffey

I have a healthy imagination, a eventful reality, and a very creative mind, I'm here to put it to good use and share my stories with the world, I hope you enjoy my content. Some is real and some is not either way enjoy.

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  • Amy McGuffey
    Published 4 days ago
    Childhood Memories

    Childhood Memories

    It's a bright and sunny, crisp, cool, Fall day. It is just a lovely day outside, perfect for taking a slow peaceful stroll down and around the way. But instead I'm stating inside with a nice cup of hot apple cider with a cinnamon stick in it, just sipping it slowly as I sit back in my favorite resting chair nestled comfortably in the corner of my living room where I have a bay window that is in just the right spot that with the curtains open the sunlight brightens and warms the whole room, I have my feet up and I'm just leaning back and I'm off in la la land and I'm reminiscing about my earlier years as a child, my most memorable and happiest years of my life. My story begins in 1979 the year I was born. To say the least I had quite a rough start to life but little did I know one special family was going to turn that all around for me. See as I was born I was immediately taken by the state and placed in foster care with a family that had 5 biological children of their own when they got me. Now some might want to praise that family for taking me in but just hear me out before you do. See when they took me in that was when my rough start began, I was just an extra income to them as the male figure was a dietician for the local hospital and the lady stayed home with us kids. I was the least of their concern, I was placed in a baby crib and left there to I guess just decorate the place as this family only had me for 7 months when I was then adopted and placed with the family that was going to change this tragedy that was my life. When I was old enough to understand and comprehend what being adopted was and what it meant I was then 10 years old and my mom was now telling me that I was adopted. And as my mom is telling me how her, my dad and my big brother became my now family and how I was so special to them because they got to choose me out of a long list of other babies who needed homes and I was the one, I was the baby that when they saw me for the first time they instantly knew I was the one they wanted to complete their family. But my mom said my story did not stop there, she goes on to tell me that when the day came that they finally was able to pick me up and take me home they were almost scared to touch me in fear they might hurt me, she tells me that I was so tiny for 7 months, so malnourished and sickly, just skin and bones, and my poor little girl area and legs and inner thighs were just riddled with sores and diaper rash, apparently when this foster family took me in and left me in my crib they rarely changed my diaper and rarely fed me, it is a miracle that I survived. But by the grace of God I was spared and given to a family who just thought more than the world of me and to this day as I'm now an adult at the ripe old age of 41 still thinks the world of me and loves me like no other, as do I for them as well. I really could not have been given or even asked for any better family. As I was raised and grown up with a mom and dad and an older brother, what a blessing. But this is where the memories that fill my mind today come in. As a little girl my most fondest memories take place in Mid Western Kansas in a quaint little town called Hays Kansas, boy did I have some of the best times of my life there. I remember in the winter when the whole town would be covered in a foot or two of snow and school would be canceled there was a park not too far from my house that had this huge and extremely tall hill that at the top of this hill was a chain link fence so you would not fall down the hill. Now to a little girl at the age of 3 maybe 4 this hill was the scariest looking hill but thanks to my big brother we will call him bubba, he showed me that that hill was not as scary as it looked, me and bubba would grab our snow sleds and take off to the park with the giant hill. Upon getting to the park we would drag our sled all the way up to the very top of the hill, bubba got in the sled first then put me in front between his legs, wrap his arms around me so I would not fly off the sled, and then bubba would say to me, Amy Jo are you ready for this, scared but excited I looked at bubba and with a smile I replied yeah bubba I'm ready, holding on to bubba as tight as I could he pushes the sled over the top of the hill and with a big and fast swoosh we were flying down this hill. Laughing all the way to the bottom the sled comes to a stop and I look at bubba with a big grin on my face saying again, again bubba again! So we would make our way back to the top of the hill and down we go again, it was a blast. Now when I got a little bit older and it was now the summer time and I had learned to ride my bike and without my training wheels bubba and I would take our bikes and go to that very park with the same huge hill and we would walk our bikes at the way to the top and at the count of three we hop on our bikes and fast as lightning we rode our bikes down the hill. Up and down, up and down we rode our bikes and had the time of our lives. Now as the years went by and bubba was now old enough to drive he got his first car. Bubba loved this car as it was not the traditional car that most kids would pick as their first car, no bubba had a car that no other teenage boy had. Bubba picked an old retired mail truck for his first car, now I know what you're thinking. A mail truck? Who would want a mail truck as a first car? Well let me tell you, my bubba did and he loved that car like no other. He took that old mail truck, and a can of dusty blue exterior house paint and painted that mail truck blue. In the back of this mail truck as you can imagine were these two metal bench seats, one on each side. Bubba had got two long padded camouflage cushions which he used to line the benches so people could ride in the back. I was to scared to ride up front as the passenger side of the mail truck did not have a door, so I took pleasure of riding in the back. I had so much fun riding in that mail truck because every time bubba would hit a bump I would bounce and hit my head on the roof of the mail truck. I would just laugh and laugh and not feel a thing as I was just happy to be riding with my bubba. Now as you can imagine as with any teenage boy as he gets older he gets less and less bothered by hanging out with his baby sister, because now he's on to new adventures as he's now interested in girls and dating and going out on the weekends and hanging with his guy pals, you know the normal average things that teen boys do, bubba got himself a girlfriend which gave me the opportunity to get on my brothers last nerve. See I was always the ornery one, some might say up to no good, I would say just being a typical baby sister and trying to annoy my big brother, to which I did so well. Bubbas girlfriend would always call in the evenings and bubba would be on the phone for hours or so it seemed like, bubba had his own phone in his bedroom down in the basement, mom and dad had another phone upstairs in their bedroom, and every night when bubba's girlfriend would call I would sneak upstairs to my parents room quietly pick up the phone, trying my hardest not to laugh and give myself away I would sit for a few minutes and just listen, then all the sudden out of nowhere I would scream into the phone saying " lovers lovers kiss kiss kiss kiss!" and then bubba would scream " Amy Jo hang up the damn phone!" I would hear him tell his girlfriend " let me call you right back, I'm gonna kill my little sister!" Then I would drop the phone and take off running through the house like a half crazed maniac because I knew if bubba caught up to me I was in for some trouble, I would go running into the kitchen where mom would be cooking and I would hide behind mom, and as mom is telling me " stop running in the house!" She was also telling bubba " leave your sister alone!' Now you know I could not let it stop with that. Right? So I would peek around mom cackling like a hyena and pointing at bubba saying " ha ha ha ha you got in trouble!" Then mom would look at me and say " and you little missy will be in trouble too if you do not stop antagonizing your brother!" Boy looking back now those were the days, such wonderful memories. Now to top that the holidays around our home were just as special too. When Halloween would come around my bubba and I would be busy coming up with our costumes and naturally I was into the ballerina and princess type stuff and bubba, well bubba was into the vampire and scary things like that with the fake fang teeth and the fake blood on his face he would come sneaking up from downstairs and try to scare the bejesus out of me and succeeded at it every darn time, not so funny then but quite comical now looking back at it. Now Summer has come back around and in North Western Kansas it seemed like every year when tornado season would rear it's ugly head that part of the region would always get hit the most and the worst so you can imagine the damage done to all the homes and roofs and whatnot, well our house got hit pretty hard that year and we needed a new roof and instead of doing what most families would have done and just called a roofer to come fix the roof dad enlists the help from bubba and they do it themselves. Well in the mix of all of this bubba climbs down from the roof to grab dad another bundle of shingles and on his way back up to the roof bubba steps on a nail, it goes all the way through the bottom of his shoe and we are now taking bubba to the ER to get the nail taken out and get him a tetanus shot. What a day that was. I could go on and on forever with all the fond and happy memories that I was blessed with throughout my entire life, but just thinking of those few has filled my heart with so much joy and comfort, and to think had my story began and went in the opposite direction I may not have even made it to this point to have the opportunity to write and share all this with you. God bless the families who have the capacity to love someone outside of their family so much so that they take babies like me in and raise us as their own and provide us with such great lives that we have such wonderful things to share and talk about later. And adding to that I would like to take my last moment to say Mom, Dad and Bubba thank you for loving me so much you took me in, loved me and made me into the person I am today! I couldn't love another person any more than I love you guys! Thanks again, your daughter and sister, Amy Jo.
  • Amy McGuffey
    Published 9 days ago
    A Sultry Summer

    A Sultry Summer

    It's been a typical week, nothing too exciting has happened just the same typical stuff but for some reason or another it's been a long week, physically it feels the same as any other week but mentally it feels different somehow, almost as though something is missing. I can't seem to shake this feeling that there's something that I'm lacking, but what? What could I be missing out on? What is it that I'm needing that I don't already have? I sit here going through the events of this week and I can't quite put my finger on it. Is there something I wanted to do and didn't? Is there somewhere I wanted to go and couldn't? I sit here racking my brain and I just can't figure out what it is that has me feeling like something is missing or just isn't right so to take my mind off of this feeling I grab the TV remote and flip to my favorite channel and bunker down for the night. As I'm watching my shows I get a text from a number I'm not familiar with, and it's not just the average text saying " hey how are you?" but a text saying " I miss you, and I still want you." Thrown for a loop my curiosity starts to run wild, who could this be? Could it just be a mistaken number? So instead of replying I just shake it off and go back to watching my shows. A few minutes later I get another text from the same number but this one was a bit spicier than the last. This one said " I love your body, I need it and crave it." Now my curiosity is running ramped so this time I answer, but not with a similar response but with " who is this?" Suddenly I get a reply " this is your favorite lover." I chuckled and thought to myself, my favorite lover. Hmmm. I thought this is odd but with my interest peaked, I continued to respond. I sent back a reply saying " give me a hint." And when I got no response back I just thought maybe this person figured out they had the wrong number. So again I go back to my shows, and all the sudden another text comes in but this time even spicier. This time the message said " It was many years ago, we were young then, I had just moved to town, I was new and nervous, I didn't know anyone, I was walking the hall of our school looking and feeling lost, I wasn't watching where I was walking and we bumped into each other, we both looked up and we locked eyes, you gave me a smile that seemed to light the whole place up, I gave you a goofy yet nervous smile back, you said " Hi I'm Jenny, what's your name?" I was at a loss for words, you were absolutely stunning and beautiful standing there with your right hand extended waiting for me to reply and shake your hand, a minute or two went by although it seemed like an eternity, I reached out and shook your hand and with a real shaky voice I said, " Hi Jenny I'm jack." That entire moment was totally magical for me, I knew right then I had to know more about you, I couldn't help feeling like we were going to be more than just friends." And the text ended there. All the sudden it was as though a light bulb went off above my head, my heart and mind started racing, and it all came flooding back. I thought to myself " could it be? " Could it really be Jack? The guy I fell so deeply in love with all those years ago? So I decided to ask a question that only Jack could know the answer to. So I responded with " on our first date we went to the Dairy Queen for ice cream, you got a vanilla cone and I got a chocolate dipped cone, we ate our cones and then went down by the river, we rolled up our pant legs and took off our socks and shoes, sat down on the bank and stuck our feet in the water, you noticed the birth mark on the calf of my left leg, what was the shape of my birth mark?" A minute or two went by and he answered, he said " it was in the shape of a heart." he goes on to say " I remember it distinctly because I remember saying it felt like it was a sign, a sign that we were meant to meet and be more than just friends." My eyes got wide, my chin dropped and I gasped. And in the silence of the moment I just yelled, " It is! It's Jack! It's really Jack!" I was in total shock! I couldn't believe that after all these years he still remembered me! More than that he still thought about me! It was then that I could feel the butterflies in my tummy all over again, it was like the first day we met! My heart was racing, I began to shake. so much so I dropped my phone. The next thing I knew I had a smile 10 miles wide on my face and I couldn't stop smiling. And all the sudden the events of that summer came rushing back to me as though they had just happened. I started to feel hot and flushed in the face from the memories that came to mind. It was our first and only summer together, and we were inseparable, we did everything together, one summer day we were on a picnic, I wanted to look good for him so I put on my cutest yet somewhat short summer dress and a matching pair of flip flops, there was a slight breeze in the air, just enough that it wasn't to hot outside it was perfect, little did I know that it was perfect for more than just a picnic, Jack and I met at our favorite spot along the river, it was quiet and semi hidden, we deemed it our spot. We laid down the blanket I had brought for us to sit on and we ate our sandwiches, we talked and laughed and held hands, suddenly we stopped laughing and looked up into each others eyes and without a word or both of us even knowing what was about to happen we locked lips and before we knew it we were both smack dab in the middle of our first kiss, it was so romantic, suddenly his arms were no longer at his side as they were wrapped around me embracing me in his arms he pulled me closer to him pressing my body against his so tight, I wanted to stop but couldn't, for some reason it just felt so right, our bodies pressed together, his arms holding me so tight, his lips were so soft and smooth and I was wearing a cherry flavored lip gloss I had just found at the dollar store on one of me and my mothers shopping trips, suddenly i feel his hand on my chest and he was caressing my lady lumps ever so gently, to say the least I was a bit shocked but I liked it, it was almost like this was the moment I had longed for ever since we met, so I pushed out my chest allowing him to continue, it was turning me on in a big way, suddenly we stopped kissing and I could feel his silky soft lips gently kissing my neck, his breathe was hot and sweet, it was ending shivers down my spine, I couldn't help but to reciprocate, one thing lead to another and some would say for two younger kids we took it way too far that day, we say it felt so right. That day changed my life forever, I was so deeply in love with Jack I knew that he was the one, the one for me. Well later that evening changed the entire course of this love story as my parents announced that my dad had accepted a job offer in another state and that we were going to be moving, I was so devastated, I had finally found the one for me and now I was moving, I was breathless, it was as though time stood still. Now here it is 12 years later, I'm still single, never had a boyfriend since I was with Jack, and he's texting me. Once again time was standing still, my heart was skipping beats, my pulse was racing, and before my brain could catch up to my mouth I text Jack back and blurted out" this is my address, come by at 2, I'll be ready and waiting, I can't wait to see you, I hope you really do come by". And I looked at the time it was only 45 minutes till 2. I had to hurry, what was I going to wear? Should I wear red? No blue? No White? I looked up and what did I see? But the dress I wore on that fateful day that changed my life forever! The day I fell in love with Jack! Well seeing as this was a dress I wore so many years ago chances are it wouldn't even fit anymore, but then again I really hadn't changed that much since then, I was still tall and lanky, thin and fit so I decided to try it on. And to my surprise it still fits! And I must say I still looked stunning in it! So it's settled I knew what I was going to wear! Suddenly I glanced down at the time, OH NO! I said out loud. 15 minutes! I only had 15 minutes until 2! I really had to hurry now. No time to wash my hair so I grabbed my brush and gave my hair a quick comb through grabbed my hair scrunchie and threw it quickly back into a ponytail. Ok now I'm ready, I slipped on a matching pair of flip flops grabbed my phone and went dashing down the stairs to wait by the door to see if the man I fell desperately in love with all those years ago was going to come swooping through that door, sweeping me off my feet and swaddling me in his strong and loving arms like he did all those years ago. It's now 5 minutes till 2 and my excitement has now turned into sheer panic, what if he doesn't love me anymore? What if he doesn't feel the same way anymore? What if he's happy being single now? And what's worse what if he's married and happy now? No I told myself, stop jumping to conclusions, you're going to ruin the moment before it has the chance to happen. So I took a deep breath and calmed myself down, and just then it was like magic all over again! Before I knew it Jack had come swooping through the door, rushed over to me with lightning speed, grabbed me up with his strong loving arms, swaddled me in his embrace, pressing my body against his, and kissing me in the most hot, seductive, passionate, long kiss I'd ever had in my life! When we finally stopped kissing Jack looked me dead in my eyes, gave me his smile that I loved so much, told me how much he'd been missing me and how he never stopped thinking about me not for one second, he dropped down on one knee, pulled this fancy, velvet, tiny box out of his pocket, shaking and with a sparkle in his eye, and a tear rolling down his blushing red cheek he says " Jenny you have always been and will always be the love of my life and the only one I could ever see myself being with and the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with! Will you make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife till the end of time?" And without one thought I said YES! It was then that very moment that I finally figured out exactly what it was that I was lacking! I finally found what I was missing out on.