I ran away from home for a few weeks when I was 11 years old. I didn't go far. I just managed to blend into a local family in our church that had 24 children. I was friend's with the 4th from the youngest child in the family. It was the most wonderful memory I have. Being a Stow-away in a family living on a ranch. From a child's point of view it was heavenly.
I'm sure my mother knew where I was after the first day, but allowed me to live with the most INSANE family I've ever witnessed till I was ready to face my life and family again.
Like I said it was a family in our church, and at the time it was a small cattle ranching, town. This family I ran away too, was what would be called in modern day's...... "Off the grid." They only lived on what they grew or killed. Yet the house and land's, was a child's paradise. The rabbit's hutches were the girl's chores, but honestly we found it fun and turned it into a much long job than required. Our very own Duck pond was even there, complete with duckling's every spring-time !!! It turned into a several year adventure, because our homes were only walking distance from school.
I could write chapter and verse about every single day living among the most religious family I've ever respected.
I am rather tempted too........ Should I start with the Evil Thing's I did ? Haha.........
Does tipping cow's over while they are sleeping count as a sin?
My adventures with that family could be a silly book if I wrote it with Childish wonder.......
There was even a REAL Fire Pit inside the home, sunk into the ground 3 meters, with leather lined benches in a circle surrounding the Fire. I've never seen anything like it in a home ever since.......... Now just imagine a family of 24 sitting around a warm leather circle, eating cake and Ice-cream. That was a typical Monday evening during the best part of my Childhood. age 11.
Going Home was not an option I was going to let happen. I had a secret hide-out on the ranch.
I was willing to die there, rather than to go home. My mother and religious family( The Anderson's) tolerated my childish wishes to be allowed to grow-up in a healthy environment. I NEEDED to be away from my Father during this time of puberty. I was Blessed as a child with Angel's to help me get through this very difficult time in my very abusive childhood.
I think it was a mercy very few children ever get..............
A Family who doesn't take any notice of you, except to see that your cared for, body and soul..
That is just one of Thousand's of Childhood Memories I Cherish. The Anderson Family.
They saved a little girl from committing suicide.
I honestly cannot think of a good childhood memory with my adoptive-father........
This is going to bother me for a life-time.
I lost so much time with my mother because I was always running away from her husband. He was obsessed with photographing me as a child. About a 500,000 photo's in my first 12 year's of life. All on 35mm film. I was posed like a doll, for every moment of my childhood. Selling pictures of me may have been his hobby, but it wasn't my idea of fun.
No Child should have to live like that. gurrr I guess I'm still not over it. My most hated childhood memory is directly linked to the best memory I have. Life is exciting, once it is in the PAST and your not still crying about it.
Now I'm a Bimbo Dressing a Doll in Bimboland's. ...... How progressive is that ?
I never said I didn't like getting dressed up for Photo shoot's....... that was Mommy Time. Tedious as it was.
I'm sure my mother knew where I was after the first day, but allowed me to live with the most INSANE family I've ever witnessed till I was ready to face my life and family again.
Like I said it was a family in our church, and at the time it was a small cattle ranching, town. This family I ran away too, was what would be called in modern day's...... "Off the grid." They only lived on what they grew or killed. Yet the house and land's, was a child's paradise. The rabbit's hutches were the girl's chores, but honestly we found it fun and turned it into a much long job than required. Our very own Duck pond was even there, complete with duckling's every spring-time !!! It turned into a several year adventure, because our homes were only walking distance from school.
I could write chapter and verse about every single day living among the most religious family I've ever respected.
I am rather tempted too........ Should I start with the Evil Thing's I did ? Haha.........
Does tipping cow's over while they are sleeping count as a sin?
My adventures with that family could be a silly book if I wrote it with Childish wonder.......
There was even a REAL Fire Pit inside the home, sunk into the ground 3 meters, with leather lined benches in a circle surrounding the Fire. I've never seen anything like it in a home ever since.......... Now just imagine a family of 24 sitting around a warm leather circle, eating cake and Ice-cream. That was a typical Monday evening during the best part of my Childhood. age 11.
Going Home was not an option I was going to let happen. I had a secret hide-out on the ranch.
I was willing to die there, rather than to go home. My mother and religious family( The Anderson's) tolerated my childish wishes to be allowed to grow-up in a healthy environment. I NEEDED to be away from my Father during this time of puberty. I was Blessed as a child with Angel's to help me get through this very difficult time in my very abusive childhood.
I think it was a mercy very few children ever get..............
A Family who doesn't take any notice of you, except to see that your cared for, body and soul..
That is just one of Thousand's of Childhood Memories I Cherish. The Anderson Family.
They saved a little girl from committing suicide.
I honestly cannot think of a good childhood memory with my adoptive-father........
This is going to bother me for a life-time.
I lost so much time with my mother because I was always running away from her husband. He was obsessed with photographing me as a child. About a 500,000 photo's in my first 12 year's of life. All on 35mm film. I was posed like a doll, for every moment of my childhood. Selling pictures of me may have been his hobby, but it wasn't my idea of fun.
No Child should have to live like that. gurrr I guess I'm still not over it. My most hated childhood memory is directly linked to the best memory I have. Life is exciting, once it is in the PAST and your not still crying about it.
Now I'm a Bimbo Dressing a Doll in Bimboland's. ...... How progressive is that ?
I never said I didn't like getting dressed up for Photo shoot's....... that was Mommy Time. Tedious as it was.
