This is the story of me growing up.
It's hard to remember painful things.
My first memory of abuse I had to be 7
I was rideing in my dads truck and I said
something that he did not like and he hit
me with is fist in my mouth!
As i sit crying he said shut up or you want another one? I cryed and tryed to stop but was gasping for air trying.
That when I first knew not to make my dad mad.
My 2nd memmory of my dad's abuse I made him mad and he was runing after me i ran into my moms room and tryed to hide he pulled my hair till i beged him to stop I thought he was gonna pull my hair out!
As i think of it now I wonder why my mom did not just leave! Why did she just stand by and let us I say us be abused my brother was also part of my dads abuse I will get to that!
My 3rd memmory still I had to be 7 or 8 I was on my paper root and my dad would not stop the truck it was a step side truck and i was begging him to stop i thought i was going to die my small hands could not hold on to his truck going fast down the road. I would hang on and go house to house and drop off our local news papers to each house my brother was with me and dad got mad at me for some dumb reason and would not stop the truck he knew i could not hold on for long only house to house or my hands would get tired and it would start to hurt. I remember my brother saying to me from the seat next to dad in the step side truck hold on you can do it...hold on ..then my dad i remember got mad at him and my dad had to do the rest of my brothers root for he got mad at him and told him to get the hell out of here and don't come home.
I remember always being afraid of my dad and not wanting to make him mad or he might kill me!
My 4 memory of abuse was i had a mop head and i let a friend ride it my dad got mad at me and started to kick me in my legs and yelled dad no please ..dad no please he just kept kicking!!
I remember him saying as he kicked me i told you you better lessen to me!
I remember always being afaid of his boots they were steel toe like boots and alway hurt so bad when he would kick me and it would make black and blue marks on my legs.
My 5 memmory of my dads abuse is on the same paper root and i got bit by a dog. I hate to think my dad would have set it up for me to get bit . I can nt be sure for it is all a blur.
