Black Spot

We moved around so fast during this time of my life that I don't know what happened when. My mom had moved to this trailor park in a nearby town. My only memory of it is when one time my brother and I wandered off and got lost. My brother had to go to the bathroom so bad but I couldn't remember the way home. We wandered down a road that looked familiar but we ran into a fence...dead end. There was a trailor there that kind of looked like ours but I knew there wasn't a fence near ours, and there was a dog house along the fence. Out of despiration I finally told my brother to go inside the doghouse and go to the bathroom that way no one would see him (poor dog). I had no idea how to get home so I knocked on the door of the trailor. An older lady, at least she seemed older to me answered the door. She had her hair in big rollers. I asked her if she knew the way to our house. She shook her head no. I remember asking her if that was her doghouse and she said no. I can't remember if I told her why I wanted to know... Uhh, excuse me lady but my brother had to potty in your doghouse. Anyway we somehow got home. I don't remember how we got there.

I remember my mom telling me she had to chain my brother to a tree in the yard because he would run as fast as he could for the canal if she didn't. There was a canal that ran just behind our yard. Back in those days my mom hung the laundry on the clothes line for them to dry so that's the solution she came up with while she was doing it.

My mom soon realized she couldn't take care of us. You know she was in despiration because she sent us to her mother's...

[To be continued ...] @};-