The beginning

Today is the day I put my cards on the table. Share my pain and gain and my road to recovery. You could say my life was hell , that no one deserves to live the way I did but one thing i have learned is that god creates a path for everyone some more difficult than the other but never the less he does it knowing were gonna make it through.  Please remember this is a true and to the fact story. I'm going to tell it with full emotion and honesty. To  begin my life's journey on paper we'll start with where i'm from. I was born in Grande Prairie , Alberta on Jan/31/1994.

I remember we lived in the Aldo's trailer court and I lived with my mom and brother and sister's dad. My dad was never around; Him and my mom as long as i can remember were never in love with each other. We lived in GP for 5 years.

In those 5 years i seen lots and lots of things about the real world.

I knew my parents were drug dealers, I knew that they occasionally did the drugs. Growing up in GP is like growing up on a farm. I spent alot of time with my grand parents; It's good thing to seeing as some where down the line I just stopped being able to go visit and see my family. I remember running around the trailer park in the winter with no shoes or sock , no jacket and playing in the snow. i remember the candy man that lived a few doors town. And how that swing broke and smashed me in the mouth. I seen my parents get arrested twice before the age of 6 , and also seen my mom throw a slaw blade at my cousin cutting his ankle badly and it bleeding all over our grass. It amazing how much the young mind picks up and remembers.

I like thinking about the times we spent at semminette river and the rodeos with gram-pa and grandma. The thing i miss about Gp is my family , the family reunions i was able to make and the family i haven't even met. Lets face it i do not really remember all that much when i was before the age of 6 but I do remember the kind of person my parents were. Digging in my memory; I remember when my mom met her new boyfriend , a guys i once believed in and wanted as a step dad today i have a way different outlook. back than was when he first came into our life , was when my mom invited him to live with us. And i remember how mad and angry my older brother was. Now that i think about it maybe my brother had a right to be ; Maybe he felt the bad vibe we all ignored.  do know my time in GP was short lived and we had moved right after i was finished kindergarten.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

I really am looking forward to read your story as I can feel you're a fighter and many will motivate with your story, so keep writing my friend