My Worst Childhood Memories
Not all families are the same . The first 100 families were completely different than my real family. When I was going through these families it was hard on me because I kept moving a lot. It was difficult , I did not know anyone there or the families . Also I had to go to a lot of houses. My life went like this once upon a time I was born . In the beginning I’m having a great time with my family. Here’s when It get starts getting bad. My biological mom was a drug addict . My father on the other hand was a Rapist and also a sex offender. One day when my mom left the house, my father came took me in the bedroom and was sexally harassing me . When all of this was happening I didn’t know how to explain it to anyone. So I just kept letting it happened to me . I was only six …show more content…
I was so nervous that I didn't say hi or anything to the people, until the day I got to know stuff about them . I still got to know them. Day by day I learned more about them. I trusted them more but not as much as they wanted . I very scared because I didn’t know anyone there not even the kids. Also I didn't want to be there because the people there were strangers , and I wasn't comfortable around them yet. I found out that there were other girls and boys there too. The house I was living in had 4 girls and 4 boys. The kids were very nice; the parents were ok. The foster mom was about to have a baby boy they named him David Scott Martel. Before I got adopted my name was Cassidy Elizabeth Cranford . I did not really like the name that I had ,but I had to live with it, so I did . For the four months I would get to see my mom and I would play games. Then two months later I overheard my foster parents talking about me getting
Not all families are the same . The first 100 families were completely different than my real family. When I was going through these families it was hard on me because I kept moving a lot. It was difficult , I did not know anyone there or the families . Also I had to go to a lot of houses. My life went like this once upon a time I was born . In the beginning I’m having a great time with my family. Here’s when It get starts getting bad. My biological mom was a drug addict . My father on the other hand was a Rapist and also a sex offender. One day when my mom left the house, my father came took me in the bedroom and was sexally harassing me . When all of this was happening I didn’t know how to explain it to anyone. So I just kept letting it happened to me . I was only six …show more content…
I was so nervous that I didn't say hi or anything to the people, until the day I got to know stuff about them . I still got to know them. Day by day I learned more about them. I trusted them more but not as much as they wanted . I very scared because I didn’t know anyone there not even the kids. Also I didn't want to be there because the people there were strangers , and I wasn't comfortable around them yet. I found out that there were other girls and boys there too. The house I was living in had 4 girls and 4 boys. The kids were very nice; the parents were ok. The foster mom was about to have a baby boy they named him David Scott Martel. Before I got adopted my name was Cassidy Elizabeth Cranford . I did not really like the name that I had ,but I had to live with it, so I did . For the four months I would get to see my mom and I would play games. Then two months later I overheard my foster parents talking about me getting