This is a bit hard for me to write because my past is not a happy one.
I’ll start from my first ever memory, then continue on from there.

My first memory of this world was this.
I could hear things then I could see them. They were unclear but I knew what they were saying because I can still remember what they said, even if it sounded like gibberish at the time. I heard a woman’s voice say “Just leave him.” Then a males voice, “but what if we get caught?” “He’ll die before anyone finds him.” That was it.

The next thing I remember was this.
I was in a small room, it was made of wood and it looked like it was just lit by a small candle or something, I couldn’t tell. Then I heard some voices “oh he’s just in here” the door opened then I say two people standing in the door way “here he is” that was it.

I was adopted by a family; it was a small one, just another kid and a mom and dad. That was it. I never really ever knew there names. They would just feed me every so often, when they did, it was never anything prepared, just pre made. And it wasn’t even whole; sometimes it would be something the other kid couldn’t finish. I never understood why they would do that. A lot of stuff was happening then I was in my mom’s car. I didn’t know where I was going, but soon she stopped and she got me out. She said to follow her. I went into this large building and waited in a long line with her. She said to me, “go sit on that bench outside and wait for me.” I did as she told. I waited for a while, watching all the people pass me by. I was waiting for a very long time. I never understood what she was doing. I didn’t even know where I was. I think 5 hours passed by before I started to lie down and say to myself “she’ll come, she’ll come, she couldn’t forget you.” The sad truth was, she didn’t forget me…..She left me.
I was lying on that bench for days, by the second day; I started to get very hungry. I looked around and noticed people throwing half finished food in a trash bin. I decided to look inside it. I found there was a burger with only one bit out of it. I picked it out and noticed why there was only one bit out of it. Right underneath the bun, there was a booger. Yes a booger. I pulled that part away and ate it. It might sound disgusting but if I did not do what I did. I would of starved to death.
I was doing this for seven full days. When finally a police car pulled up and took me away.

I don’t remember what happened next because I only remember bits and parts of it.
What I do remember is that the father was a heavy drinker. I knew this because he was always staggering around and I would always get beat for doing absolutely nothing. I would get confined to a very dark and cold basement for hours on end. But one time, the wife and father were fighting. My ‘dad’ put me down in the basement again and I heard them yelling. It got very heated right up until I heard a very loud bang. After that, there was silence. About an hour later my ‘dad’ came down and told me to get into the car. It was mom’s car and as I was walking through the house I didn’t see my ‘mom’ anywhere. If she wasn’t here and her car was still in the drive way, then where did she go? I got in the car and waited for my ‘dad’. He came out 15 minutes later. I could see a fine mist of something on his face. It was red, at least I think. My ‘dad’ drove for a long time, I didn’t know where I was going or why. Soon he stopped and told me to go sit under that tree. I noticed we were in a park. There was a large tree just outside the window. He said that he would go and get us something to eat. I was actually ecstatic so I did as he said and I went over to the tree and sat underneath it as he drove off. I was waiting for another few hours before it got dark. I was really worried at that point. I started to cry for him. Then that was it. I never found out what happened to my ‘mom’

I had to sleep under that damn tree for four nights. I had absolutely nothing to eat; I had to just wait it out. I starved in the mornings and froze in the night. It was hell. I would get so close to dying but get pulled away from it. I was just waiting for it to get me. But it never did.

My next memory actually was a happy one. I was adopted by a family here in Wyoming, but it wasn’t my current one. It was different. I’m not sure where I was at but I knew one thing. This family actually cared for me. I would actually get more then one meal a day, (depending on when I’d get up to eat breakfast) and I actually had a mom hat loved me. She would just sometimes hold me in her arms and love me until I fell asleep. It was heaven. Then it went all to hell. We were on a trip to the store when suddenly I heard my mom scream then I heard a very loud band, and the sound of metal crumpling filled my ears. I could see my mom and dad in the front seat, sitting in odd positions. I was crying hard. But I can’t remember what came next.

For awhile I was with my next family. This was a horrible family as well. There was me, no mom, and only one other ‘brother’ I was back down to only one meal a day, this just consisted of breakfast, and I had only one bowl of cereal, sometimes it would have mouse droppings in it. I would get beat for no apparent reason because he was a heavy drinker. He would be passed out on his couch watching Gay porn (I think) and I would have to turn the T.V off.
One time I was actually able to eat lunch. I was given a small bowl of Chili and he watched over me. He said, “Don’t make a mess.” I tried not to because I had crackers, for the first time there I had more then one thing to eat, but I got a couple crumbs on the table and he just said, “That’s it.” He grabbed me and actually drug me up the stair case to my ‘bedroom’ my face would hit the stairs and I would just cry, he wouldn’t even stop to pick me up to put me on the bed, he just let go of my legs and closed the door behind him.
The last day I remember there was the worst. I was to be picked up at 5:00 and it was 3:00. My ‘dad’ told me to sit on his lap, I did as he said. He said to me, “don’t make a sound.” He pulled the base of my shirt up but then that was it. I don’t know what happened at that point and quite frankly, I don’t think I ever want to know.

That was my life in a nutshell. It might not seem like much but it was hell for six years until I finally was adopted by my current family. I want one of you out there to top this story because I want to know that I’m not the only one out there with such a horrid past. Everything in said was true. I wish I were making it up, every day I wish it was a made up story but the truth is…it’s real. I don’t believe there is a god, because if there were, he would of done me a favor and killed me under that tree.

*curls in the fetal position and cries softly* I could use a hug right about now.