I was born in San Bernardo, California in 1991 to a meth addicted mother and father. By the time I was 5 years old my moms addiction was spinning out of control and my mom decided it was time she got help. So she called the police asking for help. They took one look at our meager trailer home and she was arrested and I was hauled away to a foster home, luckily that only lasted for a few days. I don't remember much about the foster home but I do remember the day that my Grandma Pat came and picked me up and took me into her care and I couldn't be more relieved. I ended up living with my Grandma Pat for about a year. But every weekend I got to go stay at my Grandma Bettys house. At her house I remember staying up late watching cartoons and she always had her fridge stocked with my favorite foods, vanilla ice cream and Fruity Pebbles with toast for breakfast. She also had a peculiar way of making PB&J's she would butter the bread before she put the peanut butter on it and I remember them being delicious. Her house was perfectly cleaned but it was decorated like a crazy cat lady she had 4 cats and cat statues everywhere. Another thing I remember was that she would walk about 2 1/2 miles to get her groceries everyday she said she liked the exercise.
Theres more to my life story but it can wait another day
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