My autobiography

Back in time

      Okay so back in time some when my mother was still with us my sisters and I used to have a blast we would run in the yard and we always had dogs they were pit bulls but they were always so gentle until a stranger came around. Our dogs used to go with just about anything we did we used to ride them like ponies and we had one dog in particular that we had ever since we were little and her name was coco she would play hide and go seek with us and tag and she really would play back.
      We would always get in trouble too we would climb out our window and play in the yard and when we would climb back in our father would be standing right there waiting for us and then he would whip us because we would climb out the window.
     Well after my mother left we moved in with my grandmother because she was getting sick and something so terrible happened someone had decided to go and poison our dog and it was so sad for me because my father was yelling at us and he made me go out and remove the chain from her and he gave me a shovel to dig her grave and I was so little so I cried and cried and you want to know where my father was he was siting in his room watching a movie while I cried outside trying to dig a grave.
      A few years later we got another dog and it died the exact same way and I cried again because these poor dogs didn't so anything to anybody and they would just kill them. Now as you may not have noticed my father didn't really do anything for himself he would always make us do it and I kind of think he imagined us as his butler and maids. It always made me so mad but there wasn't anything I could do about it because if I said something I would get hit.
    A few months had past and my mother and I started talking again and we talked for awhile but things started to get out of hand because then my mother started talking to my father and he started learning what me and my sister had started telling my mom and he slapped us down the hallway saying "that it's none of her business of what happens is this house hold" and we crying as we crawled into little balls so that if we got hit we hoped it would be as bad.