Most people have no idea who I am. They only think they know. I guess that is partly my fault, though. I don't make it a point to air my life in front of everyone I meet.
I grew up in a home that was constantly on the move... from dwelling to dwelling, that is. There have been at least ten moves my family has made in the last 22 years. Well, what I can remember, anyways. We have lived in a pop-up camper at the fairgrounds to a pretty nice house (where they are at now). But I'm not a nomadic person. I went to 3 elementary school, 2 middle schools, and 2 high schools. The only thing good about it was that it was between only 2 school districts.
That'll be a long one and I only have ten minutes to do this until I have to go back and teach art.
We were/are poor in the financial aspects, but pretty spoiled in the possession aspects. I don't know too many other kids who had their own go-carts, mopeds, mini-bikes, and the list goes on and on. Possessions are not what life is about. They do not buy love. I had ALOT of stuff, but not much of a family.
Alcohol and abuse were witnessed in my family. What scars I have, what skeletons are hiding in my closet. Those are things I don't share with others. Most people I know have no idea. Such naivete. Most of the people I know have not seen their dad throw a table at their mom. Most have not been scared to death of getting into an accident because of riding in a vehicle of which a person was under the influence. Most have not stayed at more than one safe-house in their life or been afraid of being taken away from the family they do know (by the social services). I have been to see school counselors while elementary school.
So much is involved in my life.
Where I am at NOW
I'll have to finish later...gotta go...