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They are called "The Forever Stairs", but then again to a two year old everything is "the forever" something. My mother and I walked hand in hand up the stairs, my little brother Austen wrapped in my mother's, Clair, hands. My envy sparking up as I lost my breathe, the envy quickly vanishing as we finally got to the top of the stairs, and I discovered my uncle Bryan was home.
When my uncle was home you could always find his shoes sitting outside the front door, he owned horses and after he was done with them his shoes were always covered in stool or mud. I looked up at my mother an excited smile on my face.
"Can I go play with uncle Bryan?" my mother didn't say much, just nodded.
"But come home for supper tonight," she ordered as I took off into my uncles apartment. He didn't mind me just walking in, as long as I shut the door behind me. I headed to a small closet that was in the front room, not even worrying about letting my uncle know of my being there. He had rabbits hidden in his closet, and if the manager ever found out about them he would have to get rid of them or move out. I wasn't allowed to talk about them, and I times I found it very difficult to not talk about them, they were the most exciting thing in my life, and being two nothing was interesting to me but furry things that could nibble on the tips of my fingers. My uncle let me name the bunnies, one was a boy, and I had named him White, for obvious reasons, and the other was a female ,who nibbled on any thing you put to her face, I named her Kisser. My uncle had gotten the bunnies before they were even winged from their mother, I helped bottle feed them from the time he got them till they were capable of eating solids. The bunnies were my first pets.
I stayed there for hours, feeding the rabbits lettuce and carrots, cuddling them and giving them kisses. I always hate when my mother calls, cause that means I have to leave the bunnies till tomorrow. It was dark outside, and even though my apartment was just across the hall my uncle always walked me to my door to make sure I was safe.
I watched my mother serve Austen supper, standing in front of the stove on my tippie-toes, and no matter how high I manage to get myself I couldn't look at the top of the stove. "I hate being little...." I whined to my mother, she patted my head, pointing at the table for me to sit at. My mothers suppers were always my favorite meal of the day, she experimented with all sorts of different foods, this night we were having chicken mixed with rice, one of my favorites.
A week had passed, my mother came home with a man named Bronze one night. My mother told me he was her boyfriend, I didn't like him. He made me feel uncomfortable, and he looked mean. He was nice in the beginning. We played, but then one day came when him and my mother were fighting.
"Stop it!" I yelled at him, he was screaming words I didn't know at my mother,"leave my mommy alone!" I cried out, I didn't like him yelling at her,"you stupid meanie!" I screamed at him as loud as I could.
His attention quickly changed from my mother to me, the glare on his face the most ugly thing I ever seen,"shut up little girl!" he pointed, I screamed, and loud high pitched at him. now his anger was tword me as I continued to scream, I felt his hands on my shoulders, my scream coming to a complete stop as he started shaking me vigorously.
My head went back and forth quickly, an instant headache forming. I closed my eyes, and thats the last thing I can remember before waking up at my grandma Susan's house. I was sleeping on a bed next to my younger brother. I knew where I was instantly because of the blue carpet and the red blankets. I slid off the bed, rubbing my eyes. My aunt Kerri and aunt Shirley lived here with my grandpa and grandpa, my aunt Kerri was my favorite.
I ran down the hall and strait to my grandma's living room looking for my mother, I was scared that she might have got hurt. I found my aunt and grandma sitting, drinking coffee. I could smell it from the moment I stepped out of the hall way. Grandma's house never failed to smell lovely, there was always something in the air making it sweet, mornings there was breakfast cooking with coffee brewing, mid-day there was preparation for supper, which always smelled good, and when supper came around the smells would just make your mouth water.
"Hey there girlie," my aunt smiled at me, setting her coffee down outstretching her arms to me. I ran to her, leaping into her arms and giving her a big hug.
"Where's my mommy?" I asked, her arms tightening around me as I asked my question. I pulled away from her, looking her in the eyes, then to my grandma.
"I don't know," she sighed heavily. I didn't ask again for a while, I just went out and played in the garden, and all around the yard. My grandma's yard grew my favorite flowers, they were purple and shaped up into pyramids, Butterfly Bush. Everyone called them ugly, but they were still my favorite. I would pick them all day and bring little bouquets to my grandma. I was out that afternoon, making an especially big bouquet for my grandma when I saw this momma hen and her chicks. My heart jumped with excitement, I wanted to hold one of the chicks.
So I chased after them, grabbing onto a chickie, it was so cute and fluffy, I giggled at the little animal petting it; I took a step away, I was going to show my grandma the prize I had just caught, but instead I was attacked by the momma hen. I screamed, terrified while the hen flogged me, I took off in a run, the chickie still in my hands, held to my chest tightly. I ran all the way down a trail, the chicken on my heels, scratching and pecking at me; so I turned back tword the house.
I ran just as fast as my little feet could take me,"Grandma!!" I called for her, panic in my voice, I had never been attacked by a chicken before.
"Grandma! Please help me!" I was almost to the house when my grandma came running out with a broom, I felt a bit of relieve, 'here comes grandma to save me.' I thought. The hen was persistant, scratching at my back and neck, I didn't even know why. My grandma came charging after me and that chicken, broom in hand.
"Grandma!" I cried, tears starting to pour down my face, she had a face or worry and anger as she started swinging the broom at the chicken who was attacking me, it shocked me, I wasn't quite sure if she was after me or the chicken.
"Hold still!" she yelled, continuing to swing the broom at the chicken. I was too scared to hold still for anything, I had the chicken trying to get me and now my grandma trying to get me with a broom, so I thought. Eventually my grandma had knocked the chicken down enough to make it stop, but I was still running with the chick in my arms, tears staining my face.
She apologized for scaring me by taking me to the toy store to get a little baby for me. When we arrived at the store she told me."You can have any baby you want, pick and I'll get it for you."
I walked through the hall of dolls slowly, there were all kind of them; it was hard to decide. I found the one I wanted at the very end of the hall, it was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen, she had no hair, and was bundled up into it's self, she was stiff, but beautiful. I brought her back to my grandma and showed her.
"I want this one!" I told her, excitement in my voice, my grandma gave the thing a look like it was evil.
"Are you sure you want this one?" she grimaced at the doll. I nodded, I loved the doll.
"It's so pretty, Grandma!" I exclaimed, kissing it's head. She nodded, agreeing with me.
The days had passed, along with a birthday, and so did my Grandfather. He came on a big bus he had, a motor-home, he played with Austen and I all of that day, along with his wife, Helen. We got to know him a little bit, we had fun with him all of that day; and when night rolled around he invited us to stay the night with him in his big bus. Austen and I were excited to get to sleep with Grandpa, I got my PJ's on, and I helped Austen get ready for bed. My grandpa and his wife carried us out to his big bus, Austen slept with his wife, and my Grandpa made me sleep with him.
I didn't exactly know what Grandpa was doing when he started touching me, I watched his hands, and it really scared me. I didn't know what to do, so I closed my eyes until he stopped, I was crying quietly, and I was very scared when he told me.
"You tell any one," he pointed at me with his dirty finger,"and you'll be in big trouble!" he nodded,"because you made me do this." I nodded, sucking back tears. I didn't want to be in trouble, cause when I got in trouble Grandma would spank me, and when Grandma spanked me it really hurt. So I was never going to tell anyone what had happened.
A week passed, and Grandpa left, I never went into his bus for the remainder of the time of him being there. My mother came back after about another months passing; with her new boyfriend named Richard.
Richard was very nice to Austen and I, he played with us all the time. Some things were strange with Richard, my mother, and both of my aunts; all of them were his girlfriends. We were dring all together, both of my aunts sitting in the back with me, my mother in the front seat and Richard driving. We dropped my mother off at the store, and he kissed her goodbye, my aunt Kerri taking her place in the front seat, her hand reaching over and rubbing his lap. I watched, a puzzled look on my face finally asking.
"Auntie, why are you touching mommy's boyfriends lap?" her hand jerked away quickly, her eyes wide looking back at me.
"You hush now you hear?" she looked real nervous,"you didn't see any thing of the sort and if you say anything to your momma I'll spank you for lying!" she ran her fingers threw her hair as we pulled up to her work. She leaned into Richard, kissing the edge of his lips, whispering something in his ear. I didn't like it, I crossed my arms as my aunt looked back at me.
"Love you little girlie.." she opened the car door and stepped out, my aunt Shirley now taking aunt Kerri's spot up front, my aunt turned and glared at me.
"Now, lay down and shut up, what ever you see you tell to no one!" she yelled at me as I sunk on the seat laying down flat so no one cloud see me, I couldn't figure out why I was in trouble; she was the one being bad.
Richard and my mother had gotten married the next couple of years to come, I was six, a birthday coming soon, and another baby on the way. Richard had quickly become 'daddy', and I had grown to love him he was good to all of us. My mother couldn't handle all of us kids, so she sent me away to live with aunt Kerri, I wasn't sad, I loved my aunt Kerri very much. We had fun every day.
"How about we hide in the mail box!" I nodded excitedly,"and then when the mail man comes we can jump out and say 'BOO!'" I busted out laughing, my aunt giggling, and tickling me; she was the closest thing to a mother I really had to this point. She was tickling me like crazy when suddenly, a mouse come running up around us.
"Wow!!" I called as my aunt let out a scream, I watched it, it's little nose was bleeding. I ran after if, scooping it easily with my little hands. "Can I keep it auntie!?" asked, getting excited,"please, oh please!" I begged. I begged, it was the first mouse I was ever able to catch. She sighed, really thinking it over, "please?" I begged again.
"Alright," she sighed, giving in to my begging. We took the mouse outside, and built it it's own little fenced in area so we could watch it play. I was feeding it bread crumbs when I started to get tired.
"Can I take my nap now?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I knew when it was nap time, and I would tell my aunt when I was ready to lay down.
"Alright, but we have to put this little guy in a jar if you want to keep him," she informed me, taking me inside with the mouse. She grabbed a jar and lid down from one of her shelves,"you have to put the lid on cause if it's not on the little thing will get away." We put holes in the top of the jar lid, then I put the mouse in the jar and closed it as tight as I could.
When I woke up from my nap the first thing I did was check my mouse, and the jar was on the ground with the lid popped off the top. I went and cried to my aunt and she said.
"Oh no! The lid must have magically popped off!! You're mouse ran away, I'm sorry," She hugged me tightly, rubbing my back as I cried on her shoulder. I found out in the next couple days my aunt had poisoned the mouse, which is why I could catch it, and also that the mouse had died while I was taking my nap.
A couple of months had gone by, my mother calling me every other day, till finally the day came when my new baby brother Stephen. When I met him I loved him, I called him my baby. I helped my mother take care of him, with what ever she needed, cause daddy was always gone on his truck and my mother couldn't do it all by her self. I fed my baby, changed him, even bathed him; I would put him to sleep in a rocker that was in the living room.
We lived in Arkansas, and a hard snow had hit the night of, my mother and I were fighting over cleaning up all my toys that Stephen and I were playing with; I was very mad at her.
"I don't love you no more!" I yelled at her, crossing my arms, still in my nightie,"I'm running away and I'm taking my baby with me!!" she laughed at me, so I went to my room, grabbed my little suit case and started packing some clothes and toys, then went to Stephens clothes and packed some stuff for him. I walked to where Stephen was and I yelled at my mother.
"We're leaving now! We're running away and never coming back!" and before I could grab my baby she grabbed me by my arms and threw me outside in the snow, locking the door yelling.
"Go on! Leave, run away!" I sat at the door, pondering how I was going to get my little brother back, my arms across my chest, when suddenly; I began to shiver. My little legs getting cold, my toes, fingers, and nose going numb and goose bumps forming all over my skin. I started to ponder this whole running away business, then I started crying, standing up, turning to the door banging on it and yelling.
"Momma! I'm sorry!" I was freezing,"I don't wanna run away any more! I'm sorry momma!! Let me in!!"
A month went by, and school was getting close to starting, I was really nervous and scared cause I'd never been to school before. when I met my teacher, her name was Ms.Berri, she was very nice to me and knew I was scared. We were going to play a game of "Duck, Duck, Goose" when I spotted a child sitting across from me, he was the wrong color; and very scary. I had to go first, and before I could get to him, I called the boy in front of him goose. I ran and ran as fast as I could but he was faster than me, so I had to still be it, and move onto the person after him. I was scared of the little black boy, and my teacher Ms.Berri had to force me to come back and start from him. I straitened my hand out as much as I could, and when I touched his head I yelped.
"Ew!!" I wiped off my hand, his hair was so hard and stiff, it felt funny, the next time I picked a girl to be goose, and every time I was it I made sure to pick a girl before I got to him.
[if you managed to make it this far just know I'm NOT going to post any more, this isn't my story to share all over the inter webs, this is my mothers story, and I was giving permission to share the beginning online ONLY sorry.]
When my uncle was home you could always find his shoes sitting outside the front door, he owned horses and after he was done with them his shoes were always covered in stool or mud. I looked up at my mother an excited smile on my face.
"Can I go play with uncle Bryan?" my mother didn't say much, just nodded.
"But come home for supper tonight," she ordered as I took off into my uncles apartment. He didn't mind me just walking in, as long as I shut the door behind me. I headed to a small closet that was in the front room, not even worrying about letting my uncle know of my being there. He had rabbits hidden in his closet, and if the manager ever found out about them he would have to get rid of them or move out. I wasn't allowed to talk about them, and I times I found it very difficult to not talk about them, they were the most exciting thing in my life, and being two nothing was interesting to me but furry things that could nibble on the tips of my fingers. My uncle let me name the bunnies, one was a boy, and I had named him White, for obvious reasons, and the other was a female ,who nibbled on any thing you put to her face, I named her Kisser. My uncle had gotten the bunnies before they were even winged from their mother, I helped bottle feed them from the time he got them till they were capable of eating solids. The bunnies were my first pets.
I stayed there for hours, feeding the rabbits lettuce and carrots, cuddling them and giving them kisses. I always hate when my mother calls, cause that means I have to leave the bunnies till tomorrow. It was dark outside, and even though my apartment was just across the hall my uncle always walked me to my door to make sure I was safe.
I watched my mother serve Austen supper, standing in front of the stove on my tippie-toes, and no matter how high I manage to get myself I couldn't look at the top of the stove. "I hate being little...." I whined to my mother, she patted my head, pointing at the table for me to sit at. My mothers suppers were always my favorite meal of the day, she experimented with all sorts of different foods, this night we were having chicken mixed with rice, one of my favorites.
A week had passed, my mother came home with a man named Bronze one night. My mother told me he was her boyfriend, I didn't like him. He made me feel uncomfortable, and he looked mean. He was nice in the beginning. We played, but then one day came when him and my mother were fighting.
"Stop it!" I yelled at him, he was screaming words I didn't know at my mother,"leave my mommy alone!" I cried out, I didn't like him yelling at her,"you stupid meanie!" I screamed at him as loud as I could.
His attention quickly changed from my mother to me, the glare on his face the most ugly thing I ever seen,"shut up little girl!" he pointed, I screamed, and loud high pitched at him. now his anger was tword me as I continued to scream, I felt his hands on my shoulders, my scream coming to a complete stop as he started shaking me vigorously.
My head went back and forth quickly, an instant headache forming. I closed my eyes, and thats the last thing I can remember before waking up at my grandma Susan's house. I was sleeping on a bed next to my younger brother. I knew where I was instantly because of the blue carpet and the red blankets. I slid off the bed, rubbing my eyes. My aunt Kerri and aunt Shirley lived here with my grandpa and grandpa, my aunt Kerri was my favorite.
I ran down the hall and strait to my grandma's living room looking for my mother, I was scared that she might have got hurt. I found my aunt and grandma sitting, drinking coffee. I could smell it from the moment I stepped out of the hall way. Grandma's house never failed to smell lovely, there was always something in the air making it sweet, mornings there was breakfast cooking with coffee brewing, mid-day there was preparation for supper, which always smelled good, and when supper came around the smells would just make your mouth water.
"Hey there girlie," my aunt smiled at me, setting her coffee down outstretching her arms to me. I ran to her, leaping into her arms and giving her a big hug.
"Where's my mommy?" I asked, her arms tightening around me as I asked my question. I pulled away from her, looking her in the eyes, then to my grandma.
"I don't know," she sighed heavily. I didn't ask again for a while, I just went out and played in the garden, and all around the yard. My grandma's yard grew my favorite flowers, they were purple and shaped up into pyramids, Butterfly Bush. Everyone called them ugly, but they were still my favorite. I would pick them all day and bring little bouquets to my grandma. I was out that afternoon, making an especially big bouquet for my grandma when I saw this momma hen and her chicks. My heart jumped with excitement, I wanted to hold one of the chicks.
So I chased after them, grabbing onto a chickie, it was so cute and fluffy, I giggled at the little animal petting it; I took a step away, I was going to show my grandma the prize I had just caught, but instead I was attacked by the momma hen. I screamed, terrified while the hen flogged me, I took off in a run, the chickie still in my hands, held to my chest tightly. I ran all the way down a trail, the chicken on my heels, scratching and pecking at me; so I turned back tword the house.
I ran just as fast as my little feet could take me,"Grandma!!" I called for her, panic in my voice, I had never been attacked by a chicken before.
"Grandma! Please help me!" I was almost to the house when my grandma came running out with a broom, I felt a bit of relieve, 'here comes grandma to save me.' I thought. The hen was persistant, scratching at my back and neck, I didn't even know why. My grandma came charging after me and that chicken, broom in hand.
"Grandma!" I cried, tears starting to pour down my face, she had a face or worry and anger as she started swinging the broom at the chicken who was attacking me, it shocked me, I wasn't quite sure if she was after me or the chicken.
"Hold still!" she yelled, continuing to swing the broom at the chicken. I was too scared to hold still for anything, I had the chicken trying to get me and now my grandma trying to get me with a broom, so I thought. Eventually my grandma had knocked the chicken down enough to make it stop, but I was still running with the chick in my arms, tears staining my face.
She apologized for scaring me by taking me to the toy store to get a little baby for me. When we arrived at the store she told me."You can have any baby you want, pick and I'll get it for you."
I walked through the hall of dolls slowly, there were all kind of them; it was hard to decide. I found the one I wanted at the very end of the hall, it was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen, she had no hair, and was bundled up into it's self, she was stiff, but beautiful. I brought her back to my grandma and showed her.
"I want this one!" I told her, excitement in my voice, my grandma gave the thing a look like it was evil.
"Are you sure you want this one?" she grimaced at the doll. I nodded, I loved the doll.
"It's so pretty, Grandma!" I exclaimed, kissing it's head. She nodded, agreeing with me.
The days had passed, along with a birthday, and so did my Grandfather. He came on a big bus he had, a motor-home, he played with Austen and I all of that day, along with his wife, Helen. We got to know him a little bit, we had fun with him all of that day; and when night rolled around he invited us to stay the night with him in his big bus. Austen and I were excited to get to sleep with Grandpa, I got my PJ's on, and I helped Austen get ready for bed. My grandpa and his wife carried us out to his big bus, Austen slept with his wife, and my Grandpa made me sleep with him.
I didn't exactly know what Grandpa was doing when he started touching me, I watched his hands, and it really scared me. I didn't know what to do, so I closed my eyes until he stopped, I was crying quietly, and I was very scared when he told me.
"You tell any one," he pointed at me with his dirty finger,"and you'll be in big trouble!" he nodded,"because you made me do this." I nodded, sucking back tears. I didn't want to be in trouble, cause when I got in trouble Grandma would spank me, and when Grandma spanked me it really hurt. So I was never going to tell anyone what had happened.
A week passed, and Grandpa left, I never went into his bus for the remainder of the time of him being there. My mother came back after about another months passing; with her new boyfriend named Richard.
Richard was very nice to Austen and I, he played with us all the time. Some things were strange with Richard, my mother, and both of my aunts; all of them were his girlfriends. We were dring all together, both of my aunts sitting in the back with me, my mother in the front seat and Richard driving. We dropped my mother off at the store, and he kissed her goodbye, my aunt Kerri taking her place in the front seat, her hand reaching over and rubbing his lap. I watched, a puzzled look on my face finally asking.
"Auntie, why are you touching mommy's boyfriends lap?" her hand jerked away quickly, her eyes wide looking back at me.
"You hush now you hear?" she looked real nervous,"you didn't see any thing of the sort and if you say anything to your momma I'll spank you for lying!" she ran her fingers threw her hair as we pulled up to her work. She leaned into Richard, kissing the edge of his lips, whispering something in his ear. I didn't like it, I crossed my arms as my aunt looked back at me.
"Love you little girlie.." she opened the car door and stepped out, my aunt Shirley now taking aunt Kerri's spot up front, my aunt turned and glared at me.
"Now, lay down and shut up, what ever you see you tell to no one!" she yelled at me as I sunk on the seat laying down flat so no one cloud see me, I couldn't figure out why I was in trouble; she was the one being bad.
Richard and my mother had gotten married the next couple of years to come, I was six, a birthday coming soon, and another baby on the way. Richard had quickly become 'daddy', and I had grown to love him he was good to all of us. My mother couldn't handle all of us kids, so she sent me away to live with aunt Kerri, I wasn't sad, I loved my aunt Kerri very much. We had fun every day.
"How about we hide in the mail box!" I nodded excitedly,"and then when the mail man comes we can jump out and say 'BOO!'" I busted out laughing, my aunt giggling, and tickling me; she was the closest thing to a mother I really had to this point. She was tickling me like crazy when suddenly, a mouse come running up around us.
"Wow!!" I called as my aunt let out a scream, I watched it, it's little nose was bleeding. I ran after if, scooping it easily with my little hands. "Can I keep it auntie!?" asked, getting excited,"please, oh please!" I begged. I begged, it was the first mouse I was ever able to catch. She sighed, really thinking it over, "please?" I begged again.
"Alright," she sighed, giving in to my begging. We took the mouse outside, and built it it's own little fenced in area so we could watch it play. I was feeding it bread crumbs when I started to get tired.
"Can I take my nap now?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I knew when it was nap time, and I would tell my aunt when I was ready to lay down.
"Alright, but we have to put this little guy in a jar if you want to keep him," she informed me, taking me inside with the mouse. She grabbed a jar and lid down from one of her shelves,"you have to put the lid on cause if it's not on the little thing will get away." We put holes in the top of the jar lid, then I put the mouse in the jar and closed it as tight as I could.
When I woke up from my nap the first thing I did was check my mouse, and the jar was on the ground with the lid popped off the top. I went and cried to my aunt and she said.
"Oh no! The lid must have magically popped off!! You're mouse ran away, I'm sorry," She hugged me tightly, rubbing my back as I cried on her shoulder. I found out in the next couple days my aunt had poisoned the mouse, which is why I could catch it, and also that the mouse had died while I was taking my nap.
A couple of months had gone by, my mother calling me every other day, till finally the day came when my new baby brother Stephen. When I met him I loved him, I called him my baby. I helped my mother take care of him, with what ever she needed, cause daddy was always gone on his truck and my mother couldn't do it all by her self. I fed my baby, changed him, even bathed him; I would put him to sleep in a rocker that was in the living room.
We lived in Arkansas, and a hard snow had hit the night of, my mother and I were fighting over cleaning up all my toys that Stephen and I were playing with; I was very mad at her.
"I don't love you no more!" I yelled at her, crossing my arms, still in my nightie,"I'm running away and I'm taking my baby with me!!" she laughed at me, so I went to my room, grabbed my little suit case and started packing some clothes and toys, then went to Stephens clothes and packed some stuff for him. I walked to where Stephen was and I yelled at my mother.
"We're leaving now! We're running away and never coming back!" and before I could grab my baby she grabbed me by my arms and threw me outside in the snow, locking the door yelling.
"Go on! Leave, run away!" I sat at the door, pondering how I was going to get my little brother back, my arms across my chest, when suddenly; I began to shiver. My little legs getting cold, my toes, fingers, and nose going numb and goose bumps forming all over my skin. I started to ponder this whole running away business, then I started crying, standing up, turning to the door banging on it and yelling.
"Momma! I'm sorry!" I was freezing,"I don't wanna run away any more! I'm sorry momma!! Let me in!!"
A month went by, and school was getting close to starting, I was really nervous and scared cause I'd never been to school before. when I met my teacher, her name was Ms.Berri, she was very nice to me and knew I was scared. We were going to play a game of "Duck, Duck, Goose" when I spotted a child sitting across from me, he was the wrong color; and very scary. I had to go first, and before I could get to him, I called the boy in front of him goose. I ran and ran as fast as I could but he was faster than me, so I had to still be it, and move onto the person after him. I was scared of the little black boy, and my teacher Ms.Berri had to force me to come back and start from him. I straitened my hand out as much as I could, and when I touched his head I yelped.
"Ew!!" I wiped off my hand, his hair was so hard and stiff, it felt funny, the next time I picked a girl to be goose, and every time I was it I made sure to pick a girl before I got to him.
[if you managed to make it this far just know I'm NOT going to post any more, this isn't my story to share all over the inter webs, this is my mothers story, and I was giving permission to share the beginning online ONLY sorry.]
