It starts, as written on paper by my hand:

Early years:
I was born in North Carolina, Fort Bragg. August 29, 1975. My father was in the Army, my mom went to visit him. Low and behold, here come me. I have an older real sister, Stacey R. Gibson.She is 3.5 yo than me. My parents married young, I guess high school sweethearts. We moved to San Diego after my father was 'done' with the Army. We then moved to Houston, Tx, I was 2.

My parents liked to party. Alcohol, drugs. I remember one morning my mother and friend had to rush my dad to the hospital scared he was OD'ing on cocaine and downers. He had a blanket around him, trying to eat a bowl of cereal at the dinning table. I was probably 4. In future years this is what kept me from using any drugs (other then pot) and that will be explained.

When I was 5 my mother worked for a man at a tv repair shop. they made the mistake of trusting him. Trusting him with their girls. He was an older man with a son in between our age. One weekend he had a friend in town. We all went to Galveston, Tx. Since his son was in town my sister and I spent the weekend with him, and his friend in a hotel.

That was a mistake. All weekend there were pornos playing on the tv. On sat. he let my sister and his son go down to the lobby to play video games. I couldn't go. I didn't understand why, I felt like I had been a bad girl. Then, I am on his bed, he wanted to play the tickle game with me. Does this tickle, does that, he pulls up my night gown, grabs my belly, does this tickle......the he reaches down my strawberry shortcake undies and asks if that tickles.

I jumped up, screamed for my sister and he said "OKAY, shhhhhh, don't tell anyone, you will be in BIGGGGGGGG trouble" so I kept it a secret until about 4 yrs ago.

my uncle:
My uncle Jim, he was a mean man. I don't know why. One morning my dad carried me in very cold weather to his hose so he could babysit me. I turned the tv to a different channel and he made me go outside, in nothing pretty much, pick out a switch from a branch on a tree so he could switch my legs.

I remember screaming wanting my daddy. Feeling as if I was alone, I needed a rescue. After, I was sent to the corner for at least an hr.

I am done writing for now....... My little elfs will be home soon :)