I honestly don't even know where to begin. I can't say that my childhood was all horrible. It wasn't Brady Bunch perfect either. My parents have been divorced for as long as I can recall. My first memory is being at my Mother's apartment. I must have been five years old, at least. I was sitting on her bed, which back then was the best feeling. My little sister was laying next to my mom, who was sitting cross legged like me. My mom was on the phone with my Dad, who had dropped us off here a few hours before. She started crying, which wasn't anything new. I was gazing intently at her, trying to hear what Dad was saying on the other end. Mom shouted loudly, a swear word,I believe. She hurled the phone at the wall.
Besides that incident, my young childhood was typical. Both my grandparents spoiled me, sometimes they even bought Kelly and I the same things. We mostly stayed at my dad's house, only visiting my mom during the weekend. We lived on Cape Cod, so everyday during the summer was spent at the beach or at the pool. By the closing of summer, Kelly and I would have golden brown skin, and our strawberry blonde hair would lighten to a bleach blonde. My dad's mother often dressed Kelly and I as twins. Kelly in pink, and myself in purple.
Shortly after my eighth birthday, everything changed, and not for the better. My dad started online dating. We got evicted from our apartment in Dennis-port. Kelly and I moved in with my mom, who had a new husband and a three year old son. Joe, her husband, was a fisherman, and was gone for weeks at a time. I had to switch to the local elementary school. I despised being the new student. I hated everyone staring and asking tons of pointless questions.
The next day, my dad picked Kelly and I up from our mom's house. He told us we were going up to Connecticut, which was about a three hour drive from Cape Cod. He explained we were going to meet his new girlfriend, Kate. She had a son named Joey who was a year younger than Kelly. I sensed something was about to change, because my dad was smoking cigarettes again, something he promised us he would never pick up again. It was then I realized that adults never stay true to their word. I didn't say much else during the long, dull ride. Finally, we entered a gray, dreary town my dad said was called Groton. The town was located right next to Mystic, which was a sea port town, much like Cape. At least, that's what my dad reassured us. We drove into an apartment complex named Branford Manor. Upon entering, we passed a cop car, with it's blue and red sirens flashing. A black man was led to the cop car in handcuffs. I grasped Kelly's hand as we exited the ca
Besides that incident, my young childhood was typical. Both my grandparents spoiled me, sometimes they even bought Kelly and I the same things. We mostly stayed at my dad's house, only visiting my mom during the weekend. We lived on Cape Cod, so everyday during the summer was spent at the beach or at the pool. By the closing of summer, Kelly and I would have golden brown skin, and our strawberry blonde hair would lighten to a bleach blonde. My dad's mother often dressed Kelly and I as twins. Kelly in pink, and myself in purple.
Shortly after my eighth birthday, everything changed, and not for the better. My dad started online dating. We got evicted from our apartment in Dennis-port. Kelly and I moved in with my mom, who had a new husband and a three year old son. Joe, her husband, was a fisherman, and was gone for weeks at a time. I had to switch to the local elementary school. I despised being the new student. I hated everyone staring and asking tons of pointless questions.
The next day, my dad picked Kelly and I up from our mom's house. He told us we were going up to Connecticut, which was about a three hour drive from Cape Cod. He explained we were going to meet his new girlfriend, Kate. She had a son named Joey who was a year younger than Kelly. I sensed something was about to change, because my dad was smoking cigarettes again, something he promised us he would never pick up again. It was then I realized that adults never stay true to their word. I didn't say much else during the long, dull ride. Finally, we entered a gray, dreary town my dad said was called Groton. The town was located right next to Mystic, which was a sea port town, much like Cape. At least, that's what my dad reassured us. We drove into an apartment complex named Branford Manor. Upon entering, we passed a cop car, with it's blue and red sirens flashing. A black man was led to the cop car in handcuffs. I grasped Kelly's hand as we exited the ca
