I was second born of five children. They all have there story to tell but this one is mine.
I am 51 and as I tell my story I want you to know that she still lives. And yes we still talk.
I have a brother who has died in a four wheeler accident so his story will never be told, and I know the rest of
my family will hide behind the the wall forever.
I will not be allowed to use my families real names they will BE IN HORROR if they know I'm going to speak
the truth.I AM GOING TO USE THERE INITIAL WHEN AND IF I include them in my story.
THIS IS A TRUE LIFE STORY!!!!!
I was born in April 1957
My father was a machinic my mother a homemaker most of my life but also worked outside the home during my life.
Thank God!!!
My sister was older then me and she will be known as T in my story.
She says before I was born mom was a mom to her. I never saw it.
My first memories of abuse was when I was 1 year old.
We mostly lived in the coutry. I know of some town life but never city life.
I was 1 and I had gone out to play on the swings. I know I no longer wore diapers. I saw a flower in the field beside
the house and decided to get it. The grass was taller then I. So off I wonder.
I start to cry because I'm lost. Next thing I know I'm picked up by my neck. There's no air I'm gaging and no air.
Black. Very Black.
Screaming being told not to leave the yard. The stairway door opening and being put on the stairs . Door shut it won't
open.
Learning the hard way? I was sitting on those stairs not being able to think right. I was scared and I sarted crying..Begging to
be left out. Sore throat. Mommy please.
An hour later the door opens. She is standing there. She says now you know not to leave the yard.
My first remembered lesson in life...
