Birth to 5

My life started in Flint Michigan. My parents had already had one child, though in truth (to be found out by me way later) she was only my half sister. My mother had gotten pregnant at 17 with my sister, but the other man was not well liked by my grandparents at all. Apparently somewhere in there she decided to break up with him and somehow got with my father. I certainly dont know all the details of that and probably dont need to. Everyone's story ends up being slightly different anyway right? I hear years later when my sister meets her real father that when he found out my mom was pregnant he begged to marry her. Mom tells the story differently.

So my parents marry, decide a few years later to have me. (we are exactly 3 years and 1 month apart). They stay together until I am about 4 and a half. Somewhere during that time my dad's mom kinda goes a little crazy due to MS i think?? and they end up splitting up...and he marries another woman a few years later. Dont think any of the kids really ended up liking her, but all my dad's siblings were out of the house but his youngest sister, and she was probably like 15. (yeah my dates might be wrong, I'll edit later).

My mom unfortunately missed her freedom tremondously. She wanted to go out with friends, do things, be gone alot and simply still enjoy her early 20's. Dad worked at GM, and was basically the "go to work, come home, go to work, come home" type. This caused alot of fights, and they eventually split up. Mom also had trouble laying off the marijuana, a battle she fights to this day. Well fights might be a strong word. Okay it is totally the wrong word, it is her life really. When someone's tell's me that stuff isnt addicting, I pretty much want to laugh the crazy laugh in their face.

I remember the night they split up. My mom took me and my sister and left after a huge fight where my dad put his fist through the wall. We both hid in the bathtub during the fight. She left with us and went to some friends house. I remember her and a table full of friends sitting in this room and the entire room being full of marijuana smoke. After a while I passed out. Maybe if you guys ever legalize that stuff you can explain to me how you are going to prevent stuff like that from ever happening.

Anyways after a few days mom took us back home for dad to have us instead, and she kinda disappears for a while. My aunt came and stayed with us (the younger sister I mentioned) and watched us while dad worked. Soon dad realized this wasnt going to be able to be maintained long term. We spent my kindergarten year either with dad, with mom, or with my grandparents (dad's parents). Moved maybe 6 times? The exact count I forget fairly often and is probably not important. I know we lived on Red Arrow in Flint near the fire station at one point, and that was where I first played with a commodore 64. I also needed stitches after running across the street with my bike and it come up and hitting me above the nose when I hit the curb. It's not always safest to walk your bike across the street.

I remember the stairs in that house. and I remember falling asleep going up them (you had to wear me out big time to get me to go to bed).