And Now I am caught back up!

So I made friends with the little boy down the street. Some how, even thought my mother provided poor example of healthy relationship between the opposite sexes, we had a fairly good friendship that I can recall. I must say however, it was very short lived. If it were up to me, or him I would imagine, we would probably still be friends today, but, life circumstances sometimes, most times, dictate the way things will go in your life, whether you like it or not. It was not in the cards for us to be friends for very long, in fact, my roots have never been sewn very deep anywhere, with anyone, friend, family or otherwise.



I remember playing with my friend outside a lot in our side yard, in his yard, and in his house. We did a lot of outdoor/boy stuff together, because I was not a doll person so much and I did that stuff with my little sister when she was left in my charge. We were out on his porch playing with his cars one cool October evening. He had the really awesome miniature type hotwheels type cars and we loved to race them on his porch. My Mom had come downstairs and was walking around the side of our house when we saw Fred pull up in his El Camino. I guess my mom was coming to get me for dinner or to tell me it was time to come inside because that was usually the only reason she came out and around that way. Fred got out of the car and walked up to my mom real close and was looking real mean at her. We could’nt hear what he was saying to her because they were too far way, but I knew it was not nice by the look on his face, and the fact the my mom looked like she wanted to run away from him. They stood talking like that for what seemed like forever, but was actually only a couple of minutes. My mom kept shaking her head like she was telling him no. All of a sudden Fred tried to grab for my mom’s arm and my mom backed away from him. He screamed her name and then started chasing her through the yard. The whole time this was going on she was telling him stuff like "No, I don’t want to", "I can’t go with you" , "It is over". He did finally get a hold of her and I saw something shiny in his hand that he was holding close to her, but I did not know what it was. I started to get really worried because he was taking her toward his car. I thought he was going to take her somewhere and leave us all alone for good this time. Fred almost had my mom all the way in the car when a police car came speeding down the street and screeched to a stop in front of Fred’s El Camino. I thought "Boy, we are lucky this time!" …….