My life has been difficult, but far from boring. I guess you could say I was a nomad, a gypsy of sorts, never really knowing where I'll end up next. from the new age of four to the very recent past I had enough crap thrown at me to star in my own soap opera. Abandonment, neglect, belittlement, abuse, and a good dose of love-deprivation all dominated my life experience.My mother was either drunk, or high on something. I might not have fully understood what it was she did because I was a child, but I had seen more things than the average child my age. Things were crazy on the Navy base we lived on. We lived through lack of food, my mother being gone for hours, or days at a time, or my step dad being away at sea or getting drunk and violent and hitting us when he was home. My mother decided to run with us kids. She dropped my little half brothers, Fred and Moe off in Alaska with their grandparents, I was with them for a month or so; then my mother came back for me and took me to Oregon.
My mother and I went from town to town, relative to relative. I often felt like a fruit cake being passed around during the holidays. My mother would leech, take clothes, food, and money, whatever she could get away with. Finally, when I was eight, my Great Aunt Lou took me in and my mother left all too eagerly, free of her burden.
Life with my Aunt Lou seemed fun, she lived on a horse ranch out in the boonies, maybe 2 miles from Stanfield Oregon. I took the school bus into town for school 5 days a week like all the other country kids, only a couple girls would talk to me, the boys always talked to me. I struggled a lot in school, I had taught myself to read mostly, and I couldn't understand math, it was beyound me. I had a couple friends in town that I played games with, build mud pies with, climbed trees in our bare feet. My other friend taught me some spanish and we would play with dolls. I only played with them because my aunt would bring me over when she needed to go to a horse show and those were the only younger people she knew with kids.
I remember this one time when I went to school and they were doing head lice checks. It came my turn and the nurse frowned the whole time she looked in my hair like a monkey looking for bugs to eat. It turned out instead of head lice, I had twigs, dirt and little grass peices in my hair. THe nurse had asked how often I got a bath, my and just said with a scowl, "You try getting that kid to take a bath, she's rather climb trees and build forts! I can't get her to even come inside unless its dark, or she's hungry." After that I was forsed to take a bath before bed at least three times during school, and once on the week end, that's all I would agree to or I wouldn't take one at all.
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