Taken Away

Today I am taking it back to November 10, 1982…

Our family was going through some ruff times and had to live at a campground called “Campland on the Bay”. Actually it isn’t that bad of a place (at least to me as a young kid), it has little parks with playgrounds for us to play. A few swimming pools, boats to rent to take out on the bay. Family nights where they had contest to win prizes. An arcade, mini store and all kinds of other things. Plenty of people lived at this place so it wasn’t like we were the only ones.

So on this night, Jennifer and I’s biological Grandparents (let me remind you that these are the same ones that didn’t want us when our biological mother was killed, but we did know who they were because we did visit them) showed up late at night. Jennifer who was about 3 was already sleeping, they took us anyways. The next day they didn’t keep us for another day and they didn’t take us back home. They didn’t like where we were currently living at the time and didn’t want to keep us as a temporary home till my parents were able to find a better place to live, so they took us to a foster home and dropped us off. I don’t remember exactly how long we were there maybe 1-2 weeks more or less. I just remember I hated living there, would you blame me? I was enrolled in school a few blocks away and started to attend school. One night I was crying wanting our mom up in my top bunk bed with my sis beneath me in the lower bunk. I got down and climbed into bed with my sis. Who was telling me it was going to be okay. I remember it being so sweet my little sis comforting me when I should of been the one who was strong.

This next part is a major reason I believe that their is a God.

That night as I laid in bed…. I prayed to God. I asked him that our mom come to get us. I asked that I would go to school the next day and my mom would be there to come get us when I got out of school.

The next day I remember walking from school. All the sudden one of the kids who lived there at the house came on his bike to find me, telling me my mother was there to get us. I couldn’t believe it, I ran so quickly. My family had since found a house and moved in. She didn’t know exactly where we were but eventually found us. I remember that day having my brothers come home so excited to see us again.

As I write this, it’s sometimes so hard to believe that it really happened and it isn’t just a bad dream. A VERY BAD dream.

Now remember as posted before, that I am not looking for any sympathy, this is just to share my life with you.