Growing up as a child, I stayed to myself and I don’t remember having many friends as a child.  The only life style I remembered was my family cousins who were my age and my  step sisters.  I remembered each time we moved because of the sexually abuse that happened to me at those locations. My step father had a good job in the 1960’s. There were only three other black families that lived in our neighborhood.  Germantown area in Philadelphia was a very historial area. The houses in the area were very big and beauitful.  But the memories will always be inside of the house forever.  My mother thinks that it was impossible for me to remember back in those times. But these memories with be with me for the rest of my life. I can only speak the truth about my life because I am trying to heal what is left inside of me. Their are many days when I become very depress because I did not ask for this life. I was just giving to me this way.  I believe that God has a mission for ever life that is placed on this earth. Some go on to tell their story and live productive life, but stil manage to get by each and ever day.  Then their are some who don’t make it because of not being able to cope with the pain and memories.

I remember living with my mother stepfather in a apartment off of Chew Ave and Johnson Street in Philadelphia. I remember not living there to long before moving into a big house on Lena Street.  I remember going to my grandmother's house on Berkley Street. That is where all our aunts and cousins would meet up at. Nana's house was the spot and aunt May's house was the spot.  My grandmother did not have a back yard, she had a driveway and that is where we would play.  Every weekend I would look forward to going over any cousin house just to escape from being at home.  I was so happy to go and so sad to return. Everyone liked to party. Every weekend there was a party and every weekened everyone had to repent of their sins.

My best friends were, Yvonne and Wonda and Dartha. They lived accross the street from me and Dartha lived two doors over from us.  I knew other people on the block but they were not my best friends. I would sometimes place with some other girls that lived on Coulter Street. They were troblemakers  so I would play with them when Yvonne and her sisters were not around.

I really did not get to know to many other people until I was a teenager.