Shoes

On one of are many terror trip, we went to Mexico. I don't remember how long are trip was, but what I do remember is that I some how lost my shoes. For two days I hid the fact that I didn't have my shoes because of course I knew what was at the end waiting for me. When I finally told my parents that my shoes were somewhere in Mexico. I got my beating alright, and on top of that my dad took me to Payless Shoe Store and he pick out my new pair of shoes. I think he picked out the ugliest pair of shoes he could find, he knew I would hate wearing them, and on top of that I would be made fun of at school for these pair of shoes. Oh how I hated them. Funny I don't remember any of my shoes that I had as a kid except for those. To this day I think some one in Mexico stole my shoes, we were far from rich but that's not how the Mexican people saw us.

Haircut

I remember one night being woken up by my mom, who told me that the neighbors had gotten in a fight, and that their kids were going to spend the night. The next thing I know I'm scooting over to share my bed with the neighbor girls. The next morning when they woke up they went home. They left us one thing, LICE! I knew what this meant my hair was going to get chopped off, and chopped off not by my mom, but by my dad. He took me outside took my shirt off in front of the neighbors boys, and proceeded to cut my hair like a boy with electric hair clippers. I was mortified, I just covered myself with my hands while my dad gave me a boy haircut. After the haircut they poured kerosene over my hair and wrapped it in a plastic bag, until they felt all the lice were dead. The burning sensation on my scalp was unbearable, but I didn't dare cry or complain, why add a whipping on top of public humiliation, and scalp burning. I waited til I was alone before I cried, I knew I would get laughed at for my hair cut at school, but what else was new I was already the outcast. I would just have to put on my school personality, more about that later. To this day I hate seeing little girls with short hair cuts

Lost

You know I often see movies of kids getting on there bikes, and not coming home until dinner time, like the movie The Sand Lot. Oh how I wish we could have had a life like that.This is so sad, but the only person that had a bike was my brother, because like I said before my dad never got bikes for us girls, and my brother would never let us ride his bike. One day for some crazy reason he let me ride his bike. What in the world did I think I was doing? I had NEVER been to the corner much less around the block, but never the less I got on the bike and started to peddle. I didn't know what around the block look like, so I started getting scared because I thought I would never find my house again. Seriously I had a pit in my stomach, and I wanted to stop and ask for help, but I knew I would get hit for sure especially since my dad didn't know I was gone. Not knowing what to do I just kept peddling, and I finally got a glimpse of my house, I was so happy to be home again. I never rode my brothers bike again. The only other time I ever went around the block again was when I was old enough to go back to the old neighborhood, and it was then that I went around the block, but this time it was in a car not a bike.

Terror Rides

Every summer my dad would take the family to an assembly in another state. An assembly is when J.W's from many other states go for a 5 day conference. and they last all day from about 9:00 am to 5:00 pm in the afternoon with a lunch break in the middle. These were torture for us little kids because we also had to sit through them without falling asleep. Now my dad knew that he could not drink and get drunk while surrounded by so many J'W's, but my dads urge to drink was so strong that he would drink and drive with all of us in the car on our way to the assembly. Us kids knowing this was a bad thing, would not dare say a word against it to my dad for fear of getting hit. So our terror ride would begin, and not finish til we got to our destination, if we got there. Now on these trips none of us kids would fall asleep because we would watch out for others cars and warn my dad if we had to, and we also made sure he didn't fall asleep behind the wheel. What I don't understand is why my mother wouldn't make my dad pull over so that she could drive, that way us kids could just rest and not be scared that we were going to crash. To this day I often wonder how my dad never ended up in killing anyone.

Always Scared

As I got older I started to understanding the words the J.W's would speak from the podium, and you would think I would be enlightened. That was never the case, so now not only did I walk on egg shells,and felt that a bomb would explode at any moment. Now any time there was a storm I really thought Armageddon was coming, anytime I heard of storm, tornado, or earthquake anywhere in the world, my parent would say were in the last days, so when I would hear that I thought Armageddon was coming. When a plane was flying over us I thought for sure it was a plane coming to bomb us, and that would be the start of Armageddon. Trust me there were so many things out there to scare the crap out of me, and knowing that I had to deal with it on my own even thou I was just a child sucked so badly. I would have never bothered my parents with my scared thoughts, because I just knew it would get me in trouble, and it would cause my dad to hit me. I thought of killing myself just so the next time I woke up it would be in paradise, because the J.W's don't believe you will go to heaven unless your part of the 144,000, and I knew I wasn't one of them. The idea of suicide was quickly shut down when my mother told that when people commit suicide they will never be in paradise. As far as I knew I was destined to be a J.W. my whole life and always being told we had to fear god. As they explained it to me fear him not in a bad way, but as a child should fear disappointing there father. Most time I would just nod my head in agreement, knowing in my heart that I didn't understand, and not knowing if I ever would.

Egg Shells

My whole life I walked on egg shells, and lived with a time bomb in the house never knowing when it was going to blow up. We couldn't get away from it by sleeping over at friends or relatives houses, because we weren't allowed to sleep over ANYWHERE. For that matter I didn't have friends other than my school mates, but that's as far as that went. Sober or drunk I stayed out of my dads way, and I never brought any undo attention to myself because that's what my dad would hone in on. If was your day to get it, well god only help you then, because my mom wouldn't. Anything would set my dad off. Not cleaning our room right, not wearing shoes, arguing with our siblings, saying I hate you, stupid, dumb, you guys, or any curse words. Not getting up from bed when told to the first time, sleeping at meetings, and being any other place other than our home. Those were things that I knew for sure would get me a beating, it's not including any other thing that my dad felt warranted a beating. Those kind of things had me walking on egg shells

Never knowing when the time bomb was going to go off. Was when my dad finally honed in on one of us kids. His beating were merciless, and all us kids could do was scream and cry begging my dad to stop. Having my brother be sober and getting in a fist fight with my dad, Oh my god that was the scariest, because I thought forsure someone would get killed. The only times I wasn't as scared is when my brother would be in jail. This is so sad, but I would feel relief when that happened.

Hero

I always wished that that my brother would be the kind of brother that would watch over me. Treat me like the brothers on the Brady Bunch or Partridge Family treated thier sisters. Instead I got a brother that started sniffing paint at a very young age,and was in and out of jail his whole life. Until the day he died. I was an adult when he died, and this might sound awful, but a relief came over me when we found out that he was dead. With him always high, and my dad drunk it made for a very scary scene. My dad always had to show how much stronger he was than my brother by arm wrestling, this almost always turned into very violent fist fights that my brother surly would have won had it not been for my older sister's coming to my dad defense. They would have knocked down drag out fights with my brother just to keep him away from my dad. So instead of my brother protecting the family, it was my sisters. Days like these became the norm.

This is weird, because my brother got everything from my dad, name brand clothes, t.v's, bikes, and cars. I can't tell you how many times his bike got so called stolen, but it didn't matter my dad would replace it, and when he was old enough to drive, same thing with cars. Stolen or crashed they would get replaced. When it came to us girls I can't remember ever having a bike, or toys, or for that matter a car when we got older that was bought for us.