believe me or not, i remember this. i wish i ddin't have such a good memory, because these aren't the types of things you like to remember. they hurt. but here goes. when i was 3 i had to be seperated from my parents because they beat me and my siblings. i was 3 donald was 4 stephen was 5 nicole was 7 and hillary was 8 months old. we went to this ladys house for about 6 months to live with her, because she was certified to deal with kids in situations like this. her name was sally, her and her husband jay had three kids, candy, who was 19, justin who was 25 and jacob who was 22. jacob had a child of his own, her name was brooklyn she was the same age as donald. but he didn't really take care of her because he was always so busy and he was no longer with brooks mother, so sally just had her live with her because it was her grandchild. sally also had a foster daughter, named christina, when she was 20 she had jasmine, jasmine was the  same age as me, she lived with sally because christina and jamsines father were horrible parents, and didn't do anything for their child, they beat her so badly that she had several broken bones and she had to be in the hospital for weeks. so sally got custody of her and she took care of her. nicole had a different father then us, her father just left her when she was a baby. so then my mother got with stephens father, he was different and actually took care of his son and would take him everyweek, because he was no longer with my mother, so donald hillary and i have the same dad. so when we got seperated, stephen just went with his dad and nicole donald hillary and i all went to live with sally and jay. we lived with them for about a year, they also had bethany andrew and lucas(everyone called him rocky) that they had live with them. bethany was 13, andrew was 7 and rocky was 5. they also have kids during the day that they just babysat because the kids parents had to work. so we lived their. they were wonderful to us, and we made many friends and it was fun, could you imagine being that young with so many other kids to play with and you lived with them? it was crazy but it was the best days ever, then sally got really sick, she had a tumor behind one of her eyes and she would need to have it surgically removed or she would die so we all had to go to different families, donald and i went to these peoples house that we had never even met beforee, they just brought us a 4 and five year old to live with these strangers. we didn't even know their names. hillary went to live with these other people, she was still a baby. nicole went to live with a different family. so the people that donald and i went to live with had a daughter named meg. she was my age so i had someone to play with, i thought it would be fun like it was before,  but i was wrong. these people were alll about religion. and i had no idea what that was. i'm not saying it's a bad thing, annd i don't have anything against any religion at all, but we had never known any religion so it was different. we had to pray before every meal. and go to church every sunday. and we had to read the bible. they were also vegetarians. again, i have nothing against it, but we had never not eaten meat, we would have bacon for breakfast, and we always had meat before, so that's a lot to ajust to when you're so young. and they didn't like me, i had a tiny room it was like a little bigger then a closet for a room. they took away all of my toysa that i used to have, i didn't have any of my barbies or baby dolls, or blocks. or anything. i also didn't have many clothes. they took all of my clothes and gave it to their daughter because we were the same size. there wasn't any tv, so we had to use our imagination, which was fun because all little kids have an imagination. but things were just different. i remember they would always yell at me and donald. sometimes in the middle of the night i wouls sneak into donalds room and cry because i didn't know what was gooing on, i was scared. he would let me sleep in his ebd and he would tell me everything would be okay. that's a lot for a 5 year old to be able to do. he was my hero. we would get used to living somewhere, with different families different rules, different schools and everything and then we would jusst move and have to restart. somtimes i was alone and we all lived in different places, sometimes wee were all together, sometimes i was only with one of them. it changed everytime... i'll write more later and tell you how the rest of this story of my life goes...