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Taking Candy from Babies

Halloweeen was always a fun time of year for me and John. We were able to dress up and be kids for a little while. My mother would stay home passing out candy to the many children who would trick or treat. My father would take us out at sundown to get our candy fill. … Continue reading

Melissa comes to town

Melissa came to us after Mrs. Judy left.  I never saw Mrs. Judy again after she was wheeled out of our house into the waiting ambulance.  Melissa was her replacement.  She was five years older than me.  Two years older than John.  She was a godsend.  The three of us became close.  Melissa was mainly … Continue reading

Plagued by waking dreams

It was not just my nightmare slumber which began to effect me.  I also began being plagued by waking dreams which I could not control. I’m not sure exactly when these started for me. My guess would be sometime in third grade. It was typically in the morning.  I would have a hard time getting … Continue reading

Plagued by bad dreams

They started the night my neighbor and my brother came into my bedroom to scare me half out of my mind about someone coming into my bedroom to kill me.  There were two recurring dreams that I had as a child.  The first one was involving dinosaurs.  It was a typical kid’s dream of roaming … Continue reading

And so it starts

I was seven years older than Hannah.  I suffered the misfortune of being like my father.  My sister suffered the misfortune of being like my mother.  What to do about it?  Absolutely nothing.  It was like asking a leopard to change the color of its spots.  What could my mother have done about this?  She could … Continue reading

Mrs. Judy leaves us

Mrs. Judy would often sit in Brian and Hannah’s bedroom folding clothes and watching them play.  This was exactly what she was doing the day she left us.  I was playing by myself in my bedroom.  I heard a bit of a commotion in their room across the hall so I went into their bedroom. … Continue reading

Mommy Please

Stop.  It was a joke to me.  When you hit me it was nowhere near as hard as when Daddy would hit me.  It came to the point that I wanted you to hit me instead.  I used to egg you on when I knew there was trouble brewing.  I much preferred it when you … Continue reading

Daddy Please

Stop.  I loved you and I didn’t want to get beaten by you.  I didn’t understand why you wouldn’t stop hitting me.  You would slap me on my face.  You would punch me on my arms.  You would kick me when I was laying on the ground.  You would belt me whenever you felt like … Continue reading

I see my father

I was in fourth grade.  The four kids are almost in my mother’s car and ready to go to school.  I run back inside the house because I forgot my coat and it was a cold day.  I run through the front door and down the hall to my bedroom door.  My father thinks we … Continue reading

I don’t eat fish or seafood

My mother would cook fish every Friday because that’s what good Catholics do.  Maybe she thought if she followed these rules it would ensure her entrance into heaven.  We ate fish every Friday which was fine.  Except I grew to hate filet of sole and that’s what she made for the kids.  She would prepare … Continue reading