I Am Here to Tell My Story
Part 1
I was born on March 20th. My father was 15 and my mother 16 yes old. My dad played in bands and was always out on the road making money to support the family. With my father out most of the time I'd find myself with my grandparents because my mother basically wasn't ready to be a mom herself. This continued for another 2 years and as I grew older I became a very quiet kid. I was told I rarely cried and didnt speak or even try to. My mother started to worry because I wouldn't talk and even at the age of 4 I still hadn't said a word yet. To everyones relief this would come to an end and they didnt have to worry if I was retarded anymore. I guess I just didnt have much to say. My mother and father started to have arguments all the time when he was around and it got to be that my only escape and solace was with my grandparents. A few months after my 4th birthday my mother packed her stuff up and left with me in the night to go back to Detroit where she grew up. My father and grandparents searched for us constantly to no avail. I had been gone for just a little bit longer than 4 months when they talked to my mothers brother who told them that she had taken me out of state and gave them an idea of where I had been taken to. After traveling to the city and searching with the help of the police they found us. I was taken to the hospital afterwards where they checked me out and took pictures of the cigarette burns and bruises all over my body. I had a broken leg and couldn't walk as well but I cant remember anything of any of the time there. I've seen the pictures later as I was older and told what happened and it was like looking at someone else instead of myself without any memory of it. They noticed I didn't speak anymore and were instantly worried about trauma until almost a year later when I asked for the radio to be turned up louder. What can I say, I've always liked loud music. Lol
I'll end this here and continue with next chapter in my life maybe later, maybe not.
I was born on March 20th. My father was 15 and my mother 16 yes old. My dad played in bands and was always out on the road making money to support the family. With my father out most of the time I'd find myself with my grandparents because my mother basically wasn't ready to be a mom herself. This continued for another 2 years and as I grew older I became a very quiet kid. I was told I rarely cried and didnt speak or even try to. My mother started to worry because I wouldn't talk and even at the age of 4 I still hadn't said a word yet. To everyones relief this would come to an end and they didnt have to worry if I was retarded anymore. I guess I just didnt have much to say. My mother and father started to have arguments all the time when he was around and it got to be that my only escape and solace was with my grandparents. A few months after my 4th birthday my mother packed her stuff up and left with me in the night to go back to Detroit where she grew up. My father and grandparents searched for us constantly to no avail. I had been gone for just a little bit longer than 4 months when they talked to my mothers brother who told them that she had taken me out of state and gave them an idea of where I had been taken to. After traveling to the city and searching with the help of the police they found us. I was taken to the hospital afterwards where they checked me out and took pictures of the cigarette burns and bruises all over my body. I had a broken leg and couldn't walk as well but I cant remember anything of any of the time there. I've seen the pictures later as I was older and told what happened and it was like looking at someone else instead of myself without any memory of it. They noticed I didn't speak anymore and were instantly worried about trauma until almost a year later when I asked for the radio to be turned up louder. What can I say, I've always liked loud music. Lol
I'll end this here and continue with next chapter in my life maybe later, maybe not.
