When you look in the mirror, what do you see? An average American teenaged high school student? Maybe you see a graduate of some sorts, GED or college. No matter what you see though, 95% of all teenagers have had to go through the same thing, Life. And learn lessons, as I have.
I want to tell you about my little, little itty-bitty life, you may or may not find this interesting, but most can relate to parent issues, school and social drama.
I grew up living in Santa Rosa, Ca. living with my parents, aunt and grandparents. We were renting a small two bed one bath house by the fairgrounds. One Saturday, everything seemed normal, it was the weekend of the farmer’s market so my mom and aunt decided to take me with them when they went to the farmer’s market. When we got back, the day turned sour. My dad lost his job, my grandma broke her back at work, my great uncle died, and our house was being sold by the bank.
My grandpa had the day off that day so he called his mom to tell her what happened. After about 75 minutes on the phone with his mom, my grandpa came out to the back porch where my family was gathered grieving over the death of my great uncle and said,” Start packing, we’re moving to Lake County.”
“Where is that?” my aunt asked.
“Remember where my mom lives?”
“Oh, okay I know now.”
(It was something like that, I was 4 at the time)
About a year and a half after we moved my mom was going to the hospital to give birth. I was now a big brother, I had a little sister named Brook. Two days after that, my dad was taken to jail for 8 months.
Being six years old with your dad in jail on your birthday isn’t fun at all. After about six months after my dad got out, my mom started an argument with him, as usual I grabbed my sister and went to my grandma’s room.
After about a half hour of listening to them arguing across the house, my mom came in, grabbed my sister and I, and put us in her car and left. That was the last day my parents were together.