I remember screaming the lyrics to"Don't Stop the Music" out the sunroof like the young,immature child I was.

And getting yelled at right after that because " It was dangerous and I could have killed myself if she had suddenly hit the gas."
  
     I remember thinking nothing bad ever happened in the world.

I remember crying on my neighbor's doorstep when I was 6 because I was ready to give up on everything and my mom said she didn't care what I did.

And crying for an hour straight because she was about to call CPS on my mom , I didn't want my mom to get in trouble.

I remember going from house to house with my mom and sister. 

And the day my mom actually left my sister and I to go to Tennessee to "Find Dee and I a better place to live".

And how badly I cried because she said things about me that an 8 year old should never have to hear at that age.

I remember having to grow up fast because I had to take care of myself and make sure I protected my family.
	
	And being mad at my brother because he never had to struggle like I had , and hating everybody because they didn't protect their younger sister, but that was yesterday.