FROM BACK THEN TO NOW

The first beginning of me and who IAM

Hey you guys I'm Jeremy tremale Anderson ....aka trae which is short for tremale. And hell yea I'm one of the pretty Boys...... Well my life is like a roller coaster you never know what I'm gonna say or do and you never know how I'm gonna react to things but let me take you guys back

Waaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back

Well I didn't have the perfect life gowning up..I went to school like everybody else and I made good grades like my mama said but I was never a mamas boy. I was always a daddy boy.. I stayed hinged to my daddy like a leech where every he went I went. And I was happy because he spoiled tf out of me and made all my brothers and sisters mad. ( I had like 24 brothers and sisters totol...yess my daddy was a rolling stone)
Where he laid he hat was his home..I loved my daddy like he was god or some shit...He toook care of me...I was daddy's little angel I can say..

Let keep on moving along

In elementary I was the chunky fat boy that would love to just move around it was like I had some type of disease because I had to stay moving. I was fun to be around but I also love to talk a nigga ear the fuck off but that didn't make any difference about me

well I was in third grade at the time and I love Mrs Shots ( My third grade teacher, surprised to see that I still know here name after all these years) she was one of the teacher I would mind going to school for ( heyy she was old and I didn't have a crush on her she was just a fun ass teacher who was differentt)

Anyway moving forward, I always thought that I liked girls cuz I had a girl friend in third grade she was the best. Monica was like my everything bra. So anyway I was the perfect student doe lol..

Well later on that year around Christmas time, it was one of the worse Christmas I have every had. Like I had lost my daddy around that time and it crushed me so deep that I had lost it, my daddy was my everything that's I had and I felt like he all that I had cuz nobody really payed me close attention like him. Man when I say I didn't sleep good for about a month I didn't sleep good, I kept having these bad dreams that could stop, they just kept coming.

Around February it's my birthday month and always get happy for my birthday but this month I didn't. I really wasn't because a part of me was gone and i know it wasn't never coming back, Even doe I had my brother and sister and mother, I real didn't care.

So when I got up the chance and the never to ask my mother what really happened to father and Y he die she could never give me the real reason it was always he didn't have long to live or it was his time and God was ready for him to come home. Which I know was a lie to keep me from crying but damn I just wanted to know what happened that's it.