My Childhood

Childhood
Many can say they had a sucky childhood. Mine was filled with trips to the Smokey mountains, getting everything my grandmother bought in 2s one being for me and one for my cousin, and then there was dark times.
I told you about "Bill". Sadly, I don't remember more details on that than I told you. But that makes it no less traumatic.
Growing up I was made fun of. I would rub myself on things and people thought that odd. I can see now why. At the time, it felt normal.
I was an easy to cry kid so school was not my happy place. I was never popular through any school grades till I hit college.
I went to three different schools over the course of my school time. And each one I hoped I would make a better experience for myself but that never came.
As a kid, I lived with my grandmother and grandfather till he passed in 93 from cancer. Then it was just me and my grandmother. After my grandfather passed, my grandmother back hurt so much she had to quit her job. But still take care of me. My mom was around but I lived with my grandmother. More on that later.
At the age of 6, my mom, her boyfriend and me were in her Jeep. It had been raining allot. But, we got to this area that was flooded. My mom's boyfriend decided it wise to try to drive across the flooding.
I remember I had a cut on my knee and at one point, I said "mom the water is hurting me". The water was in the Jeep. I don't know how long it was that we were sinking. But someone in a boat saw the top of the Jeep and got us out. The details are not there for me. But thank God he got me out.
To this day I am scared to go under water. I used to as a child play with hot wheels. I would play with them in the bathtub and push the Jeep one in the tub saying, " look it is Mama's Jeep".
Another miraculous incident that happened, me, my grandmother and my cousin were going down Eason. My cousin claimed she had to go to the bathroom. My grandmother asked if she could hold it till we got to the house. Of course she said no. So we go to the vf factory outlet. Once done we start to head home. We get to the next to the last intersection, where Eason meets veterans. And we are stopped by police. The next intersection where 6 meets Eason, there was a wreck that resulted in a tragic loss of a grandmother. Had we not stopped for that bathroom break, we would have been in or seen the wreck. Thank God He was watching over us.
Now this is not abuse stories. But this was my childhood. That is what this post is about. God saved me these two times.
God has saved me many times over. He is the reason I started this blog. To hopefully touch one person with my life story.
Feel free to email me. My email is in my profile, with any questions, concerns, thoughts... Whatever you feel lead to tell me.