In the beginning...

 So, my parents were married about 2 years before I was born. We lived in a mobile home park, my dad worked at a candy company and as a handy man and my mom worked in the mail room of a large corporation. I think they were happy? I don't know I don't remember them ever being happy BUT- you see there were things that happened. My sister was born when I was 2. At that point we moved to a new mobile home in a brand new park. My dad opened his own business repairing mobile homes. I don't remember this but I guess I threw matchbox cars at my mom when she was holding my baby sister. When my sister was a 2ish she had something happen and ended up in the hospital for 2 weeks. I don't get the whole story but she had a seizure and an allergic reaction to medication. That started off a childhood full of everything she ever did wrong blamed on the med she took? Yeah she wasn't a bad kid ha. I don't remember much from this time. I remember a car ride to visit my dad's family in north and south dakota- I remember this because I had to pee in a tin can on the ride. Yeah great memories right? Oh and we had a fishing game that we played in the car. I spent weekend nights with my grandmothers - they both worked at the same nursing home and worked opposite weekends so we switched off. I went to Muppets on Ice and that same night ran in to my uncle in the kitchen - I was just the right height to knock him over in pain. I had Lego and played with those and my Smurf toys with my dad. I spent time in one grandma's back yard in my under ware in a pool. I remember making mud pies, eating cheese singles at my grandma's house and chasing linoleum bubbles across her kitchen floor. That was all before she died from what was believed to be a massive heart attack at the age of 55 when I was 4. That's when the world changed. My dad became a dark depressed person and that only got worse about a year later when his best friend was killed in a tragic car accident. 

My parents fought constantly - NEVER a dull moment in my house my mom storming off or my dad leaving the house saying he wasn't going to come back. Nothing like a loving caring home - Let's add baby #3 - my youngest sister was born when I was 5. Again we moved shortly before she was born. I think I'm going to stop here I have some thinking to do before I dive in to these years- I remember them or at least more of details and it's not pretty.