In the Beginning
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My childhood was not the best but not the worst, i grew up with my mom and real dad. my real dad was in the military. he was very very strict on my and my brother. i am the oldest of 4 there are 4 of us. My real dad would go to church alot and would always make us go no matter how we felt. we couldnt have a tv or even listen to the music we wanted too. He made me wear dresses or skirts and wouldnt let me cut my hair. made my brother dress up with a tie and always kept his hair cut. i remember one day my mom had gone clothes shopping for my brother and my sister and she didnt get anything for me because she had done it earlier. i had got all upset and was having a fit i guess you could say and my real dad at the time took me into the room and started hitting me with a belt he kept hitting me over and over i ran away from him and tried to run outside an get away from him he chased me and hit me in my chest with the leather belt. i ran back inside and hid in a bedroom. when i came back in my mom was locked in the bedroom on the phone with the police. my dad had to go to work so he just left as if nothing had happend. and i will never ever forget the cops came and did nothing they told my mom she was overreacting. they didnt even care. i have grown to really not like my real dad that much because of how he treated me. he turned his back on me when i was 16 years old. My dad was never one for family vacations or anything family like unless it was making us go to church to make his self look good like he had us under control or sumthing. i will never forget when i turned 16 and of course started rebelling and doing what i wanted to do i started running away from home and being n the streets. and because of that i got raped several times. i have never told my mother and never will. i have done alot of things and have had alot of bad things happen to me. somedays i love myself and other days i hate myself.
Honestly i have no best stories about my childhood. i have one good memory and that is only of my mom taking us to disney world.
I really have no key moments in my early days either. but all i can say is what doesnt kill you makes you stronger. words i live by everyday.



