One of my first memories as a child is seeing my sister pregnant fighting with her boyfriend. My parents were at the store. I ran up the stairs and yelled at her boyfriend to stop hitting my sister. He picked me up and threw me down the stairs. I ran to the store to get my dad. My dad ran home. When I got to the house, my sister's boyfriend was on the floor and looked dead. My dad told me to go and get the cops and I did. My sister's boyfriend was medevaced to the hospital. I really don't know what became of that. I always knew as long as I had my dad that I would be safe. Life continued and soon the whole incident was basically forgotten.
A few years later, my mother got accepted into P.A. school in Seattle, WA. They didn't have an apartment yet so they left to go and find one and left us in the care of a babysitter. She was supposed to watch us in our own house. She very quickly spent all of the money left with her on alcohol and marijuana. Soon my life began to turn dark.
We were forced to go and stay with relatives who drank very heavily. I had never seen alcohol or an intoxicated person before in my life.
One night while everyone was in a complete and utter drunken stupor, my life changed forever.