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"Living in Georgia with Mommy Dearest " 


Date Range: 08/01/1978 To 10/01/1978   Comments: 1   Views: 4,887
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Well, I don't even remember how we got there. We traveled so many places with our mother that they all seemed to just become one big circle. I remember one day pulling up to a "long house". Thats what I called it. Living in NYC you NEVER see a trailer, anywhere. We got out and went inside. Our step-father was there already. Whew! That was a relief, I thought I'd have to think of a new way to stay out of my mothers path, but with our step-dad there I knew I had some protection. The place was actually nice. My sister and I had our own room, together I mean. Before our "mummy" slept in the room with us. She would lite cigarettes in the middle of the night and smoke near  the window so our Grandmother wouldn't smell them. But I smelled them all the damn time. You caouldn't tell me she wasn't blowing that f'ing smoke my way. I know her ass was. She knew I HATED cigarette smoke with a passion. Knowing her , she probably was smiling and shit showing all her chicklets. Mmmm,Hmm! I can see her doing that type of shit. I truly believe that's the sole reason why I've never picked up a single cigarette my entire life. Drugs either. Anyhooo, that trailer was nice. I thought so back then and I still think so to this day. It didn't have doors it had sliding or accordion type folding doors for the rooms. I had never seen that before. When we looked out the window of our room we saw huge piles of dirt in the distance. My sister and  I always wondered what they were. One damn day we found out. I'll tell yall about that later. I decorated that room the best way I knew how. I felt like we were in our own world and that no one could take that away from us. God I had so many fantasies in that room. I played "lost on a island", stranded at sea", "mission to the moon", "the lone survivor", and many more too numerous to name. It was in that room that I got lost in the world of books. If there was a book laying around anywhere , I was gonna read it. They just took me places. They got me outta the world I was in and just took me places I desperately wanted to go to. I read a book once called "the haunted cove". LET ME TELL YALL SOMETHING! That book had me trying to find a way to squeeze my ass between them pages to get into that story FOR REAL! I wanted to go find that town and live out the rest of my black years there! LOL! (now i'm going to have to find that book). When I wasn't reading books I was trying to find pieces of old clothing to sew into doll clothes. One of the neighbors had a basket full of yarn and I always would watch her crochet til I taught myself how to do it. I picked up things so easily. I'd learn things on the first try.  I would go on long walks too. I found a lil spot on the outskirts of the trailer park on the other side of a deep ditch. It was almost like a secret garden. My step-father always told us not to go near there because our mother was afraid of snakes. LOL! She was afraid of something! I couldn't believe it. So I know yall know what I was thinking. No, I wasn't going to scare her with no snake! See how yall think, although that would have been a nice thought. I knew immediately that that place was going to be my little honey comb hideout. Yup! For one thing, I knew "she" wouldn't come in there looking for me. I found a small table and lil school chair by the garbage dump one day and snatched them up. I cleaned them off and took them to my "secret garden". Everyday I went there to read my books and dream. I'd stay there til night fall. Nobody ever came looking for me. One night I came home and my mother was crying. I bugged over that site. What in the hell could possibly have made her cry? She told me and my sister that our "daddy" was in the "army". I was like , huh? She said we'd go see him the following week. The first thing in my mind was "pack the hell up and get out"! Alone with her for a week! I knew I was in for it. There was no protection now.

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Apr 2008
Sarah Green said:
posted on Jun 09, 2008
where is she now?

do you keep her far away from your own kids? :)