Where to go from here....back to 1989

1989
Alarm clock buzzes...I have Saturday school...uurrghhh. 6th grade is already a pleasure...my secoond year that is.
How can a 12 yr. old miss 86 days of school and her parent not notice?  Oh look football practice is going on when I get there...bet Jason is out there.  That was my first boyfriend..actually lasted for over a year with all the bouncing from Ohio to Indiana.. anyways class is dismissed.  Oh goodness I can finally smoke..yeah unfortunate that I smoked at 12..actually 11 but nobody cared so I did.  Walk outside and suprise my mom is there with her trunk open?  Whats going on...Oh my dad is back in the states..great what a way to continuing the morning...Why did you waste your money on getting me back only to send me away again?  Your move to Indiana with me.....No I'm not...catch me if you can....Like a whisle in the wind I was gone.

This was not the first time I would have high hopes from my mom only for her to find some jerk that didn't like kids and send me back to dad.

As I tell my life story and journeys I don't want pity..I was wild when I was growing up.  It keeps my feet grounded now and makes me the person and mother I am today.  I'm wonderful...no exageration either..My kids have rules and they follow them. They play sports, do well in school, and listen.  It's a strict house but their frinds call me mom and I would never change my past...but I chose to break the cycle of my family.