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Moving...

We always were moving, that's probably why I get so confused on what happened in what house. In the same house where my step father and step brother had their way with me, was also the house I broke my brothers leg. With my mom never really being home and leaving me to care for my little brother all the time, we played alot outside even though we weren't allowed to. I remember rolling skating one day, wanting to try something new so I talked my brother into getting on my shoulders while I was on skates. Biiiig mistake! The minute I let go of the half wall, down we went. Oh I was so scared. I wasn't scared about getting a whipping but most definitely scared I hurt my brother because he wouldn't stop crying. I went to a neighbor's house and got help but after that, I don't remember much. I don't remember my brother being in a cast or even getting a whipping. I seem to block alot of my childhood out.
I remember the earthquake in that house too. My little brother and I were playing at the neighbors. We were in her garage and shelves lined one side of the garage filled with glass jars. My brother and I ran home. Why didn't they stop two let kids and help them. Hmm, I don't know. Anyway, we walked in the house and I immediately told my brother to get under the table. How scary for two little kids to be all alone witnessing everything shaking. What went through my mind? My mind is blank.
I remember the time my dad sent Christmas gifts to me, the one and only time. He sent them unwrapped of course but I was alone yet again and I saw my name on it so what did I do? Yep, I opened them early lol. Needless to say my punishment was I got nothing else for Christmas. How bout the time I went to my friends to play barbie. That was a nice time. Her mom was so nice, I didn't want to leave. That's about all I remember about this house. San Diego, South San Francisco (twice). On to Novato....