Not long after that, we came home one day and were told that we were moving to Chicago, Illinois. My world was turned upside down, how could I live in Chicago when my Grandparents lived in Pennsylvania. How would I live without them, I hated that we were moving, I felt lost.
Mom had a yard sale before we moved and she sold my books, all my stuffed animals, and the first sewing machine I had sewed on. I couldn't believe that she sold my books, as you can probably tell it still bothers me. To this day I have a hard time getting rid of books they were my escape from reality even then. Something happened when she sold all of that stuff it was like a security was taken from me, it showed me that things that I loved could be discarded easily and there was nothing I could do about it. Most of my memories even at this age are incomplete, just fragments of times that were either, really good or really bad. Not a lot of daily memories.
What a beautiful writing. You should consider writing a biography. Sometimes its nice to read about others misfortunes in order to put ours in perspective. So thanks for sharing this.
BTW-I was completely neglected as a child(middle child of 7 kids). No one paid any attention to me so I dont remember much of anything about my childhood. I can remember lying on my bathroom floor screaming and crying that I had a stomach ache 'just to get some attention'. I woke up in that same spot the next morning.
Pat