well, I had terrible parents, but a generally great childhood..
They told me I wasn't theirs, nearly every days of my life, which now I see was not so nice, my mom was an alcoholic, and when we moved to a small
town, after the divorce and her spending 2 years in the funny farm, at about 5 we moved to a town where she was the town drunk..
My father did the most dispicable, and the least dispicable he did was when he was "STUCK" with me, instead of getting daycare, he would leave me
locked up in his van outside various warehouses during the day, and varoius houses of skanks or homwreckers during the night....which is why mabey I
can undrstand a little bit why when we moved, my mom turned into the town drunk...
Well, somehow I managed to stay a sweet child, and just spent all my time drawing and my cat and dog were my "family"...I treated THEM like they
were MY kids, and treated them the way I wished my dysfunctional parents would treat me....
When I was about five, things took a turn for the better for me. My dad married my step mom, and so for the first time inmy life I had a decent
"parent"....(thank God)..She was the ideal parent inmy eyes...actually made FOOD for me, so I didn't have to just eat dried cereal out of boxes,
and whatever I could reach in the fridge...an actual ADULT was taking care of me now (onlyon the weekends and school holidays though, but I still
LOVED it and felt like such a princess when she would make me get to the table for breakfast, lunch or dinner) I was in awe of her......my mom was
still the town drunk for the rest of the week when I had to go back to her, but I escaped into fantasy about going back to my stepmom every second
weekend for my tim eof feeling like a princess.....
Then at around 6, she had my first little sister......It was the best thing to ever happen to me as well....I had someone to sing to, and love when I
wasn't with my dog somewhere in the other town now too.....and then a second when I was 8.... I loved them like they were my own......singing and
playing with them was my biggest honor....
Then, in the other side of my life, in the small town, things started looking up too...my aunt and my cousins moved to town, and then I had people to
be with there too......so even thoguh I would come home after school, and my drunk mom wqas never there (which I prefered) now I had someone to call
after school and play with..... My oldest cousin, 6 months older than me, took me under his wing, and started teaching me sports and things....I
looked up to him like a prince. It felt so good to hae someone try to teach me thiungs and talk to me, like I talked to my little sisters.
The rest of the time, by this point I had friends as well, so after school, I had lots of different places to go for dinner and things....life was
awesome in my eyes! I was really figuring out nhow to take care of my self by having friends....
Everyone in school took care of me too....the teachers allways noticed, since grade one, that I never had a lunch, so if anyone in the class had
something they didn't like in their lunch, they would give it to me. I felt so special that these people were so caring to make sure I ate a
lunch...kinda like the whole towns little orphan.
I have sooo much mnore to add, but my son wants to play hungry hippo's right now, so I will add more later.