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So I guess my first memory of childhood was about 5 or 6 years old. I have really lost major chunks of time where my childhood is concerned. But, I remember this day for sure. It was the first time I remember my dad beating the hell out of me for no reason. I dont quite know how many times he punched me in the face or hit me, but it was enough to make my mother hang up the phone and come save me. And by save, I mean, tell him to stop and she held me til I went to sleep. My idea of save is just a wee bit different. But then again, I don't live and breathe for the companionship of a man. The year was either '77 or '78, so we didn't "talk" about these things. I remember the next day waking up with a swollen , bruised face, and not one damn word was said about it. Oh, I forgot to mention, this wasn't even my real dad! But that's a story for another day.

I will relay these stories as best I can remember as I mentioned earlier, it's tough to recall specific dates. I know there are kids out there now keepin quiet about their abuse, and I know that struggle. I also know the struggle of telling and no one helping. However, I'm good now, and this will help! I welcome your thoughts and comments....Until next time.....the story continues.