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by shneaker

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August 10, 2013

Drivers licence

Loretta took me to get my learners licence. I passed with flying colours. I am good at retention of details. so getting my learners licence was easy. But it wasn't till way after I ran away from ...


August 10, 2013

Ho ho ho green giant

I got a phone call from the jolly green giant when I was at home. We were having supper and the phone rang my mum answered it and gave me the phone . I said hello and he said he was the jolly gre...


August 10, 2013

Fight

I went to the same school for the five years that I went. The kindergarten was next door to the school. I had one kid was in my class since kindergarten who everyday called me chink and called me...


August 10, 2013

Doreen

I went to Doreen's house after running away from the group home. It was actually a slow long walk cause I had to enter the city cross downtown and get to the northeast suburb where she lived. I ...


August 10, 2013

Bottle collecting

Bobby and I spent a lot of Saturdays collecting pop bottles and beer bottles. We would go door to door asking for them. We always got lots. We had a route and we would usually hit pllaces on a ...


August 10, 2013

supermarket saturdays

Bobby and I used to go to the supermarket on Saturdays and offer to put peoples groceries in their car and take the carts back to the store for tips. Some time we would make three or four dollars...


August 10, 2013

Kids help phone

I really wish there was a kids help phone when I was a kid. There were so many wrong things happening I am sure they would have done something. There were lots of adults around but they were all ...


August 10, 2013

Sunday dinner

At my first home sundays were roast beef dinner night. Roast beef, roasted potatoes with rosemary, broccoli, carrots and Yorkshire pudding. I have fond memories odf those nights. We had mint sau...


August 10, 2013

Cats

I once had eight cats. Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, askit, guess, what, and coke I was looking for them one night calling their names and a girl outside said no that's not how it goes and said ...


August 10, 2013

Tea

My first and second set of foster parents were limy English. Tea was the staple beverage in our house. I don't ever recall coffee being at either house. And tea was the loose leaves of tea not t...


I met Hilary a year after I had been at the group home. Apparently he was my new social worker. I said to him that I thought Hilary was a girls name And he said he thought my name was a boys nam...


August 10, 2013

Loretta

Loretta was a housemother at the group home which was actually a farm just on the outskirts of the city that I was discharged to from the institution. I was still living as a girl and at that po...


August 09, 2013

perfect harmony

I learned how to cook when I spent my years living as a girl. It was probably the one thing I enjoyed about the whole experience. I was good at it and it was fun. But I never told anybody that be...


August 09, 2013

Job of convenience.

When I was a runaway I had a friend who worked at a convenience store. Actually I had a lot of those through the years. One time he was running short on pennies and asked me if I could run aroun...


August 09, 2013

names

Every time I went to a new home I assumed their last name. so I would have to go to the office at school and tell them. at one point I went through four home in a month. and everytime I had a new...


I came back from school escorted under the ever watchful eye of my jailer and was taken to my room. Standing there holding girls clothing in their hands were staff. They started the conversation ...


August 09, 2013

Peter and Harry

I had a friend who lived in an apartment one block from our house. Harry was a good man. I used to visit him a lot. Across the hall from him was the apartment manager, Peter. Peter didn't like ...


August 09, 2013

friends

I had a lot of friends. None of them were my age except for Bobby. They were all adults. I knew everybody on our block. and beyond. I would disappear from after breakfast and if I wasn't hanging ...


So after the grownup service that I snuck into and listened to I asked my pastor if you could love people and not like what they did. It was a growth point for me. God loves us all but not all ...


I grew up with 120 other kids in this institution. As of three years ago, when the person keeping track of everybody died of a burst ulcer on his kitchen floor there were 19 of us alive. I felt ...


August 09, 2013

Youth detention centre

I only spent a couple bouts in ydc. One was open custody and the other was secure. I was brought there on orders from my social worker who thought locking me up would stop me from running away. O...


August 09, 2013

Home 3

Home three lasted about a week. My social worker came and picked me up from school and took me to shelter. I know that things are not always as bad as they seem but when you're six years old peo...


Home 14 I have lots of foster brothers and sisters. None of which I ever would want to see ever again. Except from my first home. I had three "sisters" at this home. They were all mean. Ginn...


August 09, 2013

runaway

I started running away from foster homes because I was tired of being hit and abused. I really only ever wanted to go back to the only home I ever knew . The first one. I wanted to be with my da...


August 08, 2013

Home 2

My next door neighbours was my second home. I found it awkward because the man I considered Dad was now my next door neighbor and I wasn't allowed to visit him. It was hard for me. My foster brot...


Book Description

Noun ; a small part, piece, or thing

This is a collection of thoughts, experiences, and stories of my life. THEY ARE FACTUAL, but are not chronological. They encompass the worst and the best. Some experiences will be told in snippets. I will change names and keep locations hidden to protect my privacy and those who may be guilty of causing me harm of which there were many.

Do not judge me by my words. I am not ashamed of my past, present or future. My deeds or choices that I have made or that were forced upon me have made me who I am be it better or worse.

This is not the whole story. Eventually enough will be told to be able to piece my life together. For now it like me is fragmented.