I had one sister 5 years younger than me and one sister 9 years younger than me. �I had a lot expected of me. �One step dad from age 2.5-5yrs, and one step dad for a grand total of six months at 9 yrs. old. � We moved practically every 6 months. �I was in 13 different schools (from moving) by the 6th grade. � Always honor roll, always obedient, except when I was stubborn. �They stuck me babysitting a lot at the church because I was responsible and engaging. �The church, as a whole, was our whole life. �The Pentecostal church zealously teaches that Christians are alien on Earth, ambassadors, Citizens of Heaven and that knowledge, wisdom, and understanding are gifts from the Holy Spirit dwelling within you. �I would choose from 1 to 3 playmates �in my class every time we moved. � The Queen Bees would try to introduce themselves because I was something new every time I moved, I would ignore them and befriend the outcast because they still liked to PLAY and the socialites weren't very active that way. �(climbing trees, etc). ��
My mom tried her best, kept us off welfare, kept us together, kept us in church, sheltered us. �You do the best you can with what you know at the time, right!
