Nick Carter

Nick's mother has written a book about her son-Nick Carter. She tells everybody the secrets only a mother knows about Nick.Have you buy "The heart and soul of Nick Carter"???If no, you can check it out here.....

Well, I've got a scoop for the MTV VJs and the MTV music news reporters. it's a tale of how MTV changed Nick's life Forever at a tender age. those were the days when MTV was as much an infant as Nick. it's hard for tennagers to a world b4 MYV, but, i assure them, there was one. 9i'm afraid this makes me sound like my mother telling me abt the early days of tv.) nick probably doesn't even remember this story, but i sure do.

Nick and I, his father, and his sister BJ were living in the Pleasant View retirement Home in western New York. that part of the country is smack in the heart of the snowbelt. it gets very, very, very cold in the winter. Arctic winds come down from canada, across the Geart lakes, and sweep into this area of the North-east, often dumping a foot of snow. it isn't unusual 4 snow to cover--actually, to bury--the groung from Oct or Nov. until April and even into the first days of may. during record years one blizzard hits right after another. this is due to those lske-effect snows.

Thw winter of 1984 was full of snowstorms. Nick and I lived thru a winter seemed endlness. When i was a child, there were winters when the snow nearly reached the top of the telephone pole. I have a picture of my brother and me standing on top of such a snowfall with our hands touching the poles's top.

When you live theu these kinds of winters, you know you are going to be tarpped indoors for almost 8 or even 9 months of the yr. When winter first begins, the snow is fun. in that winter of 1984, one cold night as the snow fell hard, I bundled little nick and baby BJ in their snowsuits and sat them on a sled, I pulled them down the plowed main road. Town snowplows had piled thw snow up a mile high on either side. New falling snow lightly swished aroung us and onto the ground. the night wasn't dark, but bright from the whiteness of the snow all around. the branches of all the tress glistened in the reflected light. the world was still except for the gentle patter of the falling snow. So the squeals of delight of my NIck and BJ sounded louder to me then normal. At moments like that our small town truly was a winter wonderland.

Unfortunately, those moments are short-lived. That winter wonderland bliss gives way to a bad case of cabin fever. Unless you're wild about snowmobiles or skiing, snowbound life is tough. Your days are measured in short excusions (once you dig our job. You venture out with your bidy weighted down by layers of flanned and wool. even with all that clothing, you shiver and rush to the warmth amd security of the indoors.The sun goes down early. From the end of Oct, after you turn back the clocks, it's dark outside as early as 4:00 pm for what seems like months. that makes for avery long night

The dark, the frigid world outside your door, the closed-in feeling--all these elements combined to make you feel tarpped. The Carters wound up with a bad case of cabin fever just many of our neighbors who hunkered down and tried to survive the long cold winter in the snowblet in 1984.

Nick was an active child. He didn't have the kind of personality taht lent itself to sitting still. he wanted to be out and about moving aroung his world. keeping him inside during thw winter was not fun for him or for me. what do you do with a bouncing boy of four who can't go outside at5:00 in the afternoon 'cos it's already dark--yet he doesn't go to bed for another four hours?

MTV to the rescue!! we could never forget we lived in a nursing home. After dinner, as the evening progressed, the elderly patients needed their reat. oftentimes they would go to bed early. Bob and i had to keep Nick and BJ amused and quiet.

Like countless other American families , we spent lots of time in front of the televison set. i was young myself and drawn to MTV, too. So was Bob. we didn't miss the nightbulb business, but we still remained interested in the music business. We enjpyed following the artists who were the up-abdcoming musicians and singers--but, even more, we got the biggest kick out of watching Nick dance to the music videos.

So after the day's work was done, Bob, Nick, BJ, and I would sit 2gether and watch MTV almost everynight. Unfortunately, the comercials that interrupted the Videos tortured Bob and me. In our ice-bound dead of winter living room, we watched Florida vacation advertisement all the time, I still remember that wording of one commercial:"Florida! You need it bad!" Did we ever!

Considering our frigid, snowbound circumstances, these reminders of Florida struck us dwon-right cruel. bob and I hadn't wanted to leave that sunshine state at all. Here er were, back in the deep freeze, "Eskimo Vountry" we ofth called it, watching MTV, and seeing tantalizing glimpses of palm trees, blue blue water, beaches--and sun! It was so depressing. All we did was eat and watch. We wished we could be back in the Florida warmth rather than being stuck here like human popsicles, ten feet deep in winter.