March 5, 2005
2181 88TH STREET, THORNTON
My earliest memories begin in this house. Most are lovely, some dark. One stands out.
It's a strange phenomenon, but young children who suffer extreme abuse still manage to have fun, as long as their abuser isn't present. With great fortune I was born to wonderful parents. My earliest friends were not.
This fact seeped into my world when I was four. I'd be questioned about the event twelve years later. Sadly, my own family was effected by this haunting individual. Irreparable damage.
Also, my parents separated before my third birthday. I don't remember.