well like I said the inbetween like was that my brother was born... my dad hurt him to. Then my dad was taken away when I was 8. That was the last time I saw him. Then we moved to a city not too far away. Then 4th grade. That was one of the most important years of my life. (so far) That year I met somone who would change my life forever. You all know her as [Sachiko]. I met her one day at recess. She was playing square ball and I didn't know how to play. So we played together and we hit it off till a guy named Roman came into both of our lives. tell ya more later.

Well hello again. Time for my next entry. Ok, back in the day I was kicken back in kindergarden. I mean come on. You'd have to work your tail off to fail that class. So yeah kindergarden was a breeze. The trouble started after that. Well I never really had any friends in my first elementry. I lived on a farm with my mom, my dad and my sister. We had a house, an actual house! We had 5 acers of land and had a few animals. We had a goat named Zelda, a cat named Flood, a dalmation (which we sold cuz she kept on chasing cars and getting ran over) named Suzie, and a few other animals. We had a big barn and lots of apple trees and two different plum trees. yeah it seemed like a farm. Well my dad was a cowboy and my mom was adopted so she was New Zesland by adoption and danish by blood. Well I never had nice clothes and I was a tomboy and still am. I had friends but very few. I had two and yep they were guys, Jered and CJ. Well that was grade one and two. In grade three I made I friend that I'll never forget but this one didn't impact me as much as one I will speek about later on. His name was Matt. We did everything together. We tried to sit next to each other, we ate together, we were always partners in P.E., and we always played together at recess. Well he soon met another guy named CJ and hated me cuz his new friend did. It broke my young little heart. Well back then the thing I was good at was making people laugh. Man went I look at what I wore back then I could have died if I new the meaning of fashion. Well once I moved it changed my life forever. I'll explain the inbetween life at home before we moved later, got to get some sleep. Laterz!^.^

(I really don't care who knows the truth.)
Well the first thing I can remember would be the very worst memory I will carry for the rest of my life. It happened when I was only four years of age. My father Robert worked in the airforce. He worked loading all the heavy equipment. He was always taking the money and spending it on junk that he wanted. He wasn't a drunk or a druggy. He used to beat me and my older sister. He was a sex addict. He "couldn't keep it in his pants" as my mom says. Always buying her panties and sex toys my mom didn't want. Then one day I was in the bath and he, he forced me to wash him, and touch him. He locked the door and didn't stop until my mom thretened to call the police. I'm lucky I'm still a virgin. Well that's it for today's entry.