My Story

I want to share my story from start to finish so that it doesn't die with me.

Birth

I was born to my mother (we will call her Isa) and biological father (we will call him Hector). At first Isa and Hector were perfectly normal, besides the fact that Hector sold drugs. When Isa got pregnant everything changed. Hector sudenly started putting his hands on her out of no where. One time he pushed Isa down a flight of stairs.

I was born in 2006.

Isa almost died giving birth to me, but she survived.

Early Life

I'll try to stick to the facts as I obviously don't remember much from when I was very young

When I was very young, less than a year old, I broke my arm. From a very young age drs were already saying I was dramatic. Isa knew something was wrong and took me to another dr who x-rayed my arm and found it was broken from a tumble I took out of my play pin.

In 2007 my younger sibling was born, we can call them Ace. I was in the hospital getting my cast taken off when Isa went into labor, so my grandparents took me. We can call them Anna and Luis.

I know I witnessed many fights, I know that I had night terrors and they scared Christy. I know that I stayed very close to Christy.

I know I watched a lot of doodlebops and winnie the pooh.

When I was 3 I was in a daycare for a while. I left after they hit me and I told my mom.

My first memory is when I was 4. It was Easter and I got a pink bunny toy. It had velcro on its paws.

I know I asked my mom to teach me to read when I was 3. I got an award in preschool for helping other kids with reading.

Elementary Life

I went to one elementary school from Preschool to 5th grade. It was a pretty nice place.

This whole time is a bit of a blur for me so I'll list some events. I'll try to keep them in chronological order but I am not very good with years and dates so some timeframes may be a little off.

When I was in preschool I met my best friend. She ended up getting moved out of my class and we reunited in 2nd grade. We would always make up stories together and draw characters. She was a very good friend. We naturally moved apart after elementary school. I talked to her recently, it was nice.

There was a girl who was mean to me. We can call her Ana. She told all the kids in school if they were friends with me she would beat them up. One day she cornered me and that wasn't fun, it's all kind of blury. I just remember being scared. A teacher told her to sit with me at lunch once and she did. I was dumb and naive and didn't recognize she was making fun of me.

One time I was sitting at the lunch table and my friend told me someone was throwing cereal at my ass crack. The worst part was they made a few in.