I know a girl (part 1)....

I know a girl (part 1)....

I know a baby who was born in the 70's. Her mother was young and her father was older. She had a full head of dark hair when she was a baby, fair skin, and beady, dark eyes. She had the world at her tiny fingertips, she just didn't know it yet. Her parents loved her, but her mom had to leave her dad, and she never saw him again.

I know a little girl who grew up goin to 4 different elementary schools. She always made lots of friends wherever she was. She loved her mom and dad (step dad). She was expressive with her feelings and had a great sense of humor. She loved school, and she loved her dog Captain. She enjoyed goin to ballet and dance class. She swore she'd be a famous ballet dancer.

I know young lady who was molested. She became confused about what love was. She was good at keeping secrets, especially secrets that could get other people in trouble. She struggled with how to show love to other people in the physical sense.

I know a girl who was a vibrant teenager. She loved to dance, she loved to play the piano, she loved to (try to) sing, and she loved to hang out with her friends. She enjoyed high school for the social experience, not the academic. She started experimenting with sex, drugs, and alcohol. During her teenage years, she realized her dad wasn't as attentive as other dads, so she began seeking male attention elsewhere. She started dating someone who comforted her and he filled a void.

I know an outgoing girl who went to college. She loved college life, but again, it was a social extravaganza with weekly trips to Tijuana, drunken nights, and hungover mornings. At 19, she ran off and married her high school sweetheart. He joined the military, and she was a waitress. She went where he went, and they slowly grew into 2 different people. His insults became shoves, his shoves became slaps, and his slaps became punches. She started looking forward to him leaving out on tours as her dependency on drugs grew.

I know a scared girl that knew she could die at any moment, either that or she'd be behind bars for life for taking his. She was only 21. She was at a crossroad. She was either going to stay and die, or leave and live. She decided that she had to leave and clean herself up. She was stuck out on the East Coast for awhile, until she saved up enough money to come back out to CA.

I know a young woman who was starting over at a young age. She had already experienced way more than most people her age. But she was still going to school, she landed a great job with the state, and used her personal experience to help female parolees regain their independence. Her experience with men tainted how she felt about them during this time. She never committed to them. She discarded them within hours after using them for whatever purpose they were there to fulfill. She had no regrets, and she made her own way. This behavior went on for about 7 years.

TO BE CONTINUED......

I know a girl (part 2)....

I know a girl (part 2)....

Sticks and Stones....

Sticks and Stones....