*From one of the first memories I can recall* I remember as a young lad, (around 4) I was relaxing in a cold concrete horse trogh, moss covering the areas where the water has rested opon it. I remember it as lonley and sad memory even though I wasnt alone; my dad was there talking into the background.
Jumping forward a year I can remember me living in a house with my mom and a dog Camodo Dragon. My mom and dad have already devorced at this point makeing it even worse for my mom and I. She had to leave for work all day so we could eat, pay rent, and feed the dog. Her being at work all the time I would have to fend for myself, sometimes eating things like dog food, stuff stuck to the floor, and other wierd stuff like that. without her there I also had to seek love my dog trying to pet him and hold him, but every time I did he bit me and scratched me leaveing my face and arms cut and bleeding; but I got used to it ruining how I saw love.
During me living in that run down house on staples I got very sick and had to go to the hospital with anamonia, when mucus and water get in your lungs leaving you acking all over, and tired. It was the worst month of my life and I almost died. While I was there I made my first friend exavier, we met at play time in the play area once a day; his mom was nice to me and It kind of made it to where I didnt want to go, exavier and I played alot until one day he didnt show up agian, I found out he died of cancer.
