hen i was younger,about 2 months old, my mom and her best friend were making pasta, and i was getting tired of being in my crib so i was whining, now not full on bawling or anything, but whining. my biological father was sitting on the couch with his hands over his ears... so my moms best friend told my dad to get me out ok, now keep in mind my mom and her friend were facing away from me so they could not see me. so my dad walks over and the next thing my mom and her friend here is me screaming bloody murder, screaming at the top of my lungs. they turn around and see my dad holding me half a foot off the floor of my crib by the sides of my head, yeah, my head. so im lucky to even be alive i could have been decapitated internally i learned of this 2 days ago on my camping trip, my mom and father broke up and left we met another guy, stayed with him for a while things didn't work so we met my current dad, not gonna put out names nut hes really good to me my 3 sisters and my baby brother. i have also learned that my biological father has had many other children so who knows how many siblings i have scattered across the united states?? i just felt like sharing a story of my life not to be rude just to get it out there. have a wonderful day.