My childhood was wonderful, I may as well and maybe in many ways I was blessed to have grow up with my sister as my pier, I adored her, we were like twins even though we were four years apart, but then good things don't last forever and when my sister began going out with boyfriends I got really jealous. We had done every thing together, whether it was playing with trucks and cars or dolls and playing dress up, or playing house with neighborhood girls.
Heck in preschool years, between the ages of 3 and 6 I remember my mom dressing me up in little dresses and parading me around the neighborhood. How proud I felt, I would dance around so proudly like a peekok before the watching folks. I had long hair to mid back until I was six years old and had to cut it for school.
I was both my dad and my moms suck, I had them around my little finger as they say. You would either find me sitting on my dads lap asking him a zilion questions or cuddling up to my mom on the couch while we watched black and white TV.
Except for about five years I hung out with one other soul who was also an outcast, and that was my best friend Hellene. Until we got separated and i never saw her again at the age of fifteen and this was when I ran away from home to join the hippies, and that was another adventure in itself. Those were my best years, until I came out full time seven years ago. It was like stepping back into the shoes I wore when I was a kid. My hell didn't start until after I left the homestead. I was an out cast and I was rejected by most.
Cindy
