My life story..this is an on going post

I was born February 19, 1970 and 5:06 am. I weighed 5lbs 6oz and was 19 inches long. I was born somewhat on schedule from what I hear. During my time in the womb, my mother was knocked to the ground twice, so I was already dropped before I was even born.

A month after my birth my mother went to Massachusetts to try to find a home for us. While she was gone, my grandparents sued for abandonment, with a crocked lawyer, who was later disbarred, won the suit, and fully adopted me before my mother could get home. Anyway, that is my mother’s story.

My grandparents on the other hand say she did not intend to take me with her and had overheard plans with her current boyfriend (who is the father of my next sister) to sell me on the black market and they had to do something to save me.

Who’s right I will never know and I don’t particularly care as I did when I was younger. All that needs to be known for this story is that my grandparents were known to me as my parents until I was 15 and my mother never came back for me or fought for me and I was raised knowing her as my sister and her children as my nieces and nephew. For easy of following this twisted tale my grandmother’s (GM), my  birth mother (BM) and my Grandfather (GF).

I am assuming the first few years were fairly uneventful as I don’t have a lot of memory of them. I can remember playing on the swing set with GF. I can remember play with the Yorkie mixed breed pup that lived with us. And I can remember a couple of times that I woke in the morning and BM was in the house with the man she married in 1975, and how ever many of the 5 other children she had depending on the year.

I can remember some of going to Headstart and I was 4 and 5 years old then. GM worked as a cook for Headstart so she was always around which since to me she was my mom that was great to me. Headstart was fun. I remember the sandbox and the water table. And I remember the little deaf boy who was one of my classmates. And I remember watching a special teacher showing him how to use sign language and how I sat and learned it with him cause I figured I wanted to know what he had to say and I wanted to talk to him.
I remember some of first grade. It was very scary for me I was 6 years old and had never been a day without GM. I cried a lot that day. But it wasn’t too hard I already knew my alphabet and how to write I could even write in “cursive” so that made me a big girl and I was ahead of most of the other kids. This also put me out of sync with them and I soon became a very alone 1st grader. Mrs. Powell was my teacher and I thought she was the most coolest person alive. I still think so and have seen her a number of times since then and will always remember her with fondness as she made 1st grade bearable for me.

I remember some of 2nd. I was 7 going on 8 and was already showing a developing body. The boys at school called me dancing Dolly as in Dolly Parton. I was already a B cup at that point. I can even remember the first two boys who chased me around the playground and then tried to kiss me. I kicked my clogs at them. YUCK boys. I was to later have a crush on both of them as I grew up but never told ether one.

2nd grade is also where I discovered the monkey bars those wonderful look mom no hands flex myself around a hundred things playground toy. I was so agile at it the I got the nickname of monkey Minckler and was called monkey for many years. that was also the year I got the nickname motor mouth and Mink or Minky. 2nd grade was fairly rough. But I don’t remember it badly.

3rd grade we had to do in the armory because there was no room in the real schools. That was a cool year. Our teacher Ms Ruthier could play guitar and that was just about the coolest thing of that year. I continued to mature at a fast rate which was noticed by both the girls and the boys but really wasn’t an issue yet. I was 8 going on 9.

9 years old now that forward I have some very vivid memories of. 1979 was the year that GF's son went to prison for murder. It was the year I accidentally set fire to and gutted the upstairs of our house and on Dec 10th of that year I started my period. And I was a 36C by that point. I also had my first sexual encounter and it was a 16 year old girl. So year 1979 was an interesting year.

In the years leading up to this point BM gave birth to a total of 5 more children, in 1971,1973,1975,1977 and early 1979. As you see we are all very close in age some of us as little as 19 months I believe. 4 girls and boy. It was also the first year I ever got hit by a non family member. A boy by the name of Kyle punched me square in the sternum as I was walking out the armory doors one day for recess cause I said I could take a punch. I lost my breath a bit but never showed it. I took that punch good.

Also during those first 9 years I witnessed GF's son beating on women till they were bloody. I saw GF and GM's sons beating each other frequently. I remember one time that GM told me to go break them up I think I was 8 I tried and I got punched by accident(which is how I knew I could take the boys punch) the second time she asked me to do it I grabbed a broom put the handle between them and swatted it back and forth till they stopped. GM’s son to this day still holds that against me and he was a grown man in his mid to late 20s at the time it happened.

By 9 I was quite happy to be in school and away from everything at home. Then Tina moved in. she was a pretty 16 year old who was the daughter of a friend of GM and GF’s. she lived with us for a few months. During that few months she taught me not only how to play with myself but how to play with her and she did the same to me. I thought it was cool. It felt really good, it didn’t hurt, and she wanted to share and be with me. I truly didn’t realize there was anything wrong in what we were doing.