Well I shall indeed post some for you!
As a young child, I went through a lot of different trials. Anyhow I am getting ahead of myself.
My first memory,
I woke up, alone in a large bed. I looked around wondering where I was, It felt familiar but I could not remember why. I climbed out of the bed, which was a long way down considering I was a little fellow. It was around midday as a stepped to the dirty carpet. I could smell the dirty mildew musty carpet. I turn to see that the door is open. I walk into what is the living room, I see dirt all around and can see the kitchen around the corner. Dishes stacked high in the sink, left over food still on plates. The house has a funny smell that I was not familiar with, which I would later learn was obviously the smell from the old soapy unfinished dishes mixed with leftover food. I look to my mother and speak "Mommy, where is Daddy?" She looks to me and simply says "Daddy died in a car crash remember? You asked me yesterday?" I did not remember. As far as I knew my father was still alive. I knew these words yet I did not know how. I simply began to cry asking for my father as if that could bring him back. I knew nothing of life nor death, but the simple fact that I wanted my father and I wanted him now!
4 years old
I was riding my bike outdoors, it was a cloudy day dark and dreary. Sadly I did not know this was going to be worse than a cloudy day, as I rode my bike the rain started to pour down. My mother calls me inside, so I put my bike away in the small garage we had outside and head inside. Once I entered the house I closed the door behind me, gazing upon the trash filled living room and my stepfather. A very intimidating man 6'1 370 pounds about. He looks like what I can only think of as a lumberjack. He sits on the couch shirtless fanning his rotund stomach. The couch looked like they had pulled it out of the dump, so it looked like it belonged. I went on to eat my dinner, hot dogs for the 4th night in a row. Wonderful nutrition for a child! After dinner I watched cartoons for a bit then headed to bed. This is where the night gets interesting, I remember commotion outside my bedroom door. My mother screaming things being broken. I pulled my blanket up over my head terrified, shaking, sweating. Then the noise stopped so I lowered my blanket and looked to my door. Waiting for any noise of any sort, then it happened my door flew open so hard it smashed the drywall behind it. In stepped my step father, red faced and angry. He moved over to me, and I slid against the wall terrified. I asked him "What is going on" He uttered only one word "nothing" He proceeded over to me and wrapped his hands around my throat, squeezing tightly. I remember looking out my window, and seeing two skeletons in full armor fighting it out against a bright light. Then everything began to turn black as I struggled against this behemoths hands around my neck.
Age 6
My mother went out with her new boyfriend and left my brother, sister and I with our babysitter. It seemed innocent enough until we truly learned who this man was, he broke out a six pack of natural ice (great beer btw, note the sarcasm...) after my mother was gone. Handing me a beer he said "drink it." I thought nothing of it so I began to drink it, the taste was horrid to my young tongue. As if it was telling me not to drink it, but I have been around this mans type before. If I did not comply I would be beaten or worse. So I continued to drink the beer, and the night continued to get worse. He pulled out what I know now is a joint and said "smoke this" So I took a hit and coughed my lungs out for about 10 minutes. Now I was drunk and high, as were my brother and sister. My sister is quite young at this age, but the man did not care that she was innocent. So he took her and did unforgivable things to her, all the while making my little brother who is 4 years old and I watch. He told us if we told our mother he would kill us and showed us the gun he would use. By the time my mom arrived home we were puking and throwing up. The man had left long ago, so it was just my brother, sister and I sitting huddled in a corner. Terrified and sick, I spoke to my mother and told her what the man had made us do. While my brother and sister told me not to. The man ended up going to prison for 25+ years without possibility of parole, so we never saw him again.
Age 7
My mother got back together with my brothers father, He came back as if he was a changed man perfect and nice. While I will admit he was different from when he was addicted to cocaine and alcohol he was still an abusive dick. Who got off on beating young children mentally and physically. But that is not part of this part, We were on our way home from my grandmothers house (the savior of my life I might add) going down the road we came upon a wrecked car. The car was flipped upside down on top of a young mans neck, all that came out of the crash was the man's neck. His face gray and empty of expression, I watched as he attempted to gasp for air but could not take in enough oxygen to survive. The fire department and ambulances soon arrived, I knew even at my age there was no chance for this young man. His look pierced my very soul as I cried begging my mother to get the car off of him. Tears streamed down her face as she told me she was not strong enough, I shook my head in disbelief as the tears streamed down my face. My mother took me away as the EMT's and firemen arrived, but the image was burned into my brain permanently by then. 2 days later I found out the kid was only 19 years old and was the swim team captain for a local high school.
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