CHAPTER -LIFE
August 19, 2004, my fourthbirthday.
Mom picked me up from daycare and we stopped at a convenience store before my birthday party. I had no siblings, but many cousins. A family-sized birthday would include 15 people, easily. So, Mom bought beer and wine, but she had already been drinking. I knew it when she picked me up. I tried to ask her to take me to the dairy queen for ice cream, just so we wouldn’t drive for a little bit. It was only an extra block out of the way. But nobody listens to me!
I was “aware” at my birth. I can’t say I remember everything since. I can say I am aware of things. Much more than adults are used to kids being aware of, anyway. At least they never saw a kid like me. The problem with me is I remember their stuff and throw it back at them when they get mean. “Yeah, Marjorie! You don’t like me mean? Don’t you be mean first!”
Oh, excuse me. Sorry. That was a flashback. My brain is wired that way. Weird. That’s what those doctors tell me, anyway. Who am I to argue with the doctors? I’m just a kid. No, I hadn’t started arguing with the doctors,yet.
Sorry, I got sidetracked. Just after starting my story,too.
As I was about tosa