Welcome to The 1st part

After the passing of my Dad, there was a fight for me by my father's sister, Rose.  

My mother refused to give me up, and so began a life of poverty as Mother didn't work, and we had to move from the house to an apartment complex between Buffington and New Salem.

Not much is remembered from this time except that she began to see a man who, at first glance, seemed normal for the time and area.  

He was a Korean War veteran who possessed many deadly skills from combat.  He worked at the gas station and was a raging alcoholic.

They moved back to the house previously vacated and began renting it from a Mr. Ferry.

I was brilliant; starting school, I excelled quickly in academics, not so much physically.