I did the best I could with what I had to work with within the limits of my home and my imagination. It was a good thing I was a smart inventive child. I used this to help me cope with what was going on in my home behind closed doors.
I developed an altar ego named Cherry Robinson. I did not like who I was, where I was living, or what was happening to me. Can you blame me? I developed an older altar ego who I would pretend to be. She was someone I would play with in my imagination and with my other girl friends. They knew who Cherry Robinson was. They knew I did not like my real name so sometimes I would ask them to call me Cherry. She was older and more savvy than I was at eight years old. She would set me straight and tell me how things would be when I was grown up and no longer a child under the tyranny of my mother and father. This gave me hope for a better tomorrow. She would give me advice on how to handle the beatings and the pain. She would smile when she knew it was the last thing I felt like doing. She would encourage me to keep going and to keep my chin up.
She was someone I really liked being around. And she liked being around me.