Day103 today I will begin the journey that has brought me to this day, I was born at memorial hospital in Chattanooga Tennessee, I lived in a little town called Flintstone Georgia, I don't remember much about my short stay their, I do remember I loved batman, we had a split foyer house and I used to run down the hall and jump down the stairs yelling batman, I also remember having an evil knievil motorcycle that you set on the little stand and wound up, I used to jump him off the stairs as well, I remember a steep driveway and a lot of cars in the driveway and a boat, but I don't remember ever going out in it, I remember trying to go to my grannies and a stranger, neighbor took me to his house for what seemed like hours until my parents were driving up and down the street yelling my name, I recall trying to hide from them but the man yelled at them and they came and got me, I don't have any memories of my parents at all during this time, not talking to them or sitting on there laps or even what they looked like, just a few memories of playing, I do remember being woke up and everything in the house was broken, there was a lot of yelling and screaming but I don't remember ever seeing anyone fighting, I have absolutely no memories of my older sister during this time at all, and I know we moved to California before I was five cause I wasn't in school yet, ive heard stories that we ran out of gas half way to California and my grandparents had to send my mom money but I don't know if that's true, I don't even remember where I herd that, but I know we moved to point loma ca by my grand parents, it was my sister and mother and me, if I recall correctly we used to walk on the beach to go to my grand parents, they lived in a yacht club, on a sail boat, but we didn't live there long, from there we moved to Penasquitos ca, I believe I was still about four years old, a lot happened to me here so this is where I will stop for the night, I hope this story doesn't bore you, until tomorrow, James
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It's amazing that you can remember that much at such a young age. I think it's interesting - not at all boring. I can remember some things that happened when I was very young too - before my dad got sober. I'm looking forward to reading more of your story tomorrow. Someday you should take some writing classes as you are a good writer, and could end up writing a book or two. Take care, Jim
ReplyDeleteWow Jim..... That's a trip to read that... thanks for sharing.... Kerry
ReplyDeleteI find it difficult to comment........I hated it when you mother married and moved away. She married someone who frankly I don't believe I ever spoke to until the wedding, Sharon and Arletta probably knew more.......and then she was gone and then she was back.........Love You
ReplyDeleteAunt P.
You were three years old. Your father was not home. You and your sister were all taking a nap. I took laundry up to put away and you were gone. There was a field and a creek across the road and you had wanted to fly a kite earlier in the day but it had been raining. My heart stopped beating! I ran across the road looking for any sign that you had gone into the field because the ground was muddy, saw nothing so got in the car and started driving slowly calling your name. A woman had you sitting a a porch step feeding you cookies when I found you. When questioned you had decided to visit your Granny. You had walked about a mile from home.
ReplyDeleteJimmy, getting it all out will be a journey in and of itself. It may be hard to talk about things and maybe somethings you will choose not to talk about but what ever you decide, it will be the right decision. I know you are worried about hurting others or saying things that some others may not believe or remember differently, but it is your past and if you need to get it out, that's what needs to happen. sometimes getting memories of your chest helps to heal the scars. You know in your heart what is best and that is what you will tell. Love you my friend, Karin
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