My Memories Of My Life

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In Memory Of my Livelihood..
I never quite had the perfect childhood. My friends have memories of playing, laughing, riding bikes, and family road trips. I don 't have any of those memories. My most vivid memories from childhood are of red and blue police lights flashing in my eyes. I also recall memories of smoke and liquor. When I was 8 years old, my mother disappeared. Later I learned that she was dead.

My Mom was always involved with the wrong crowd, including gang members, drug addicts, and alcoholics as my dad told me. Her boyfriends were either in prison or just released. It was common for me to notice a new bruise on my mother’s arm before I could even understand how she got it. The boyfriends she had hit her and grabbed whatever objects they could to either swing or throw at her. At times I tried to help her by, hitting them, but I was so small at 8 that I easily got thrown against a wall or tossed to the floor. Then all I could do was cry and run to the neighbors for help. Whether the boyfriends were arrested or not, my mother always seemed to take them back. She was the type who put her boyfriends before others.

My whole childhood I was raised by my father, but I can’t even remember the last time my Dad bought me something with his own money. Without gas money, He wouldn’t take me to school half the time, so I often walked at least an half an hour every day to get there and back. My Dad often sent me to live with my grandma for weeks at a time while he

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