My Childhood Home
I grew up on Shiloh Road
Now for all who don't know my childhood home was indeed safe to me
I was number 6 of 8 children and space was not a commodity
6 were girls and we shared one bedroom with 3 twin beds
Now three were older and three were younger so we each slept with an
older sister
Nobody wanted to sleep with the bed wetter not even me
I would rather sleep in the closet which was small,dark and scary (but dry)
Mom took Dad to meet his ride everyday so we all had to go at 4:30 in the morning
one day it was to crowded so I got out and went back in the house
Mom didn't miss me until she was dropping off Dad and did a head count of sleeping kids. She freaked out and woke up all the kids and ask where I was
She was told by my brother I got out and went back in the house. They rushed home to find me a six year old a sleep in the closet.
She was so mad with me for getting out of the car but she stopped shouting at me and said why were you not in the bed.
My answer was I had nobody to sleep with and I was scared so I got in the closet
so nobody would find me and went back to sleep
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2015
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