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...See more Where do I start? Maybe I'll start as far back as I can remember... I think I was about 4 or maybe 5 when all this started... I remember when my mom would pick me up by my hair and literally throw me across the room. She would kick me. I would always try to get away from her. But, whenever I would try to get up, she would kick me again. She would also hit me so hard it would give me bruises. Most of the time, she would hit my back (probably so no one would see the bruises). She would yell at me to do my chores. I would do my chores, like she told me to, but whenever I made one little mistake, (like not picking one toy up or not dusting like the way she wanted me to), she would yell at me. She would yell as loud as she could right in my ear. She would also swear @ me & call me names. Sometimes she would tell my dad to spank me when I did something wrong. My dad was gone most of the time to help my grandparents work on the farm, so all he did was spank me whenever my mom was angry at me. I had 3 sisters at the time. My 2 older sisters (well, one of them was my twin) would also get abused. I don't know if my little sister was being abused or not. I don't think she was. I wouldn't talk to most people. I would only talk to my sisters and the very few friends I had. I remember in 1st grade, when I was playing with a toy, I accidentally knocked someone's block tower over. There was a substitute teacher there that day. She either saw it happen, or the kid told on me for doing it. So, as punishment, she had me sit in front of the whole class. I was sitting in a chair, facing the class. I think the substitute teacher was talking to me about how I shouldn't do stuff like that. She sounded upset. At the time, I thought that she was yelling @ me. I just sat there, crying. I remember some of the kids laughing @ me. I swear that's one of the reasons why I don't like talking to people. Then, my family & I moved to a small town about 100 miles from where we used to live. We used to live in a city, so I thought that moving to a small town would be "moving to the middle of nowhere". We moved there soon after school ended. I started my 2nd grade school year in that small town. I remember my mom saying, "Don't talk to strangers." To me, every one of the kids in my grade was a stranger, so I didn't talk to them. I finally had 2 friends in 2nd grade - they were both twins also. They moved away near the end of the school year. And I was, once again, left without any friends. The only person I had to talk to in school was my twin sister. (My big sister didn't want to talk to me ever because she thought I was "evil" for some reason). In third grade, I finally had a friend again. I think it was a couple of months after school started. I could tell she didn't like talking much, either, because she was just standing there, with this worried look on her face. I got up the courage and decided to talk to her. And we were best friends ever since that day. I don't know why, but she didn't like my big sister.

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