Reflections Early Years Part 2

Now the place my mom & dad moved us was on the Lake out here in South Carolina. We have a floating dock and a ramp to launch boats into the water. I remember the summers alot back when I was kid. Me & my youngest sister used to swim from sun up to sun down. Mom would almost have to threaten to beat us to get us both out of the Lake. Now my older sister was already old enough to date and she had her boyfriend, her long time lover already from High School. They went out alot and soon they did get married eventually, and he fathered my two oldest Nephews, one is named Brain and the younger one is named Jason. So she already was doing other things so she didn't swim as much as us. Now my brother had his lil group of friends and started his own things back around this time too. Well it must have been because I remember him doing bad things about as far back as I can ever recall. I guess one could call them his friends, friends in his eyes at least. He was drinking and smoking pot and things way back when I was this young age. We will get more into this even moreso in my teen years section because that is when he really got worse and became an all out druggie and butthole. Sad thing is he is still the same as of this day.

I remember one day in the summer me and my youngest sister were climbing all over the hood of one of our cars. Our dad seen us and told us to get down, which we did. If anyone knows kids well, you know time their parents backs are turned they do the same stuff over and over. We climbed back up onto the hood of the same car he told us to get off of time he turned his back. Well, we dented the hood in from sitting and laying on it. He seen it and we got in big time trouble. We both got beat and I think that was one of the worst spankings I ever got that day. Now I got more but I still don't think any were ever as bad as that time. I remember them telling me a story when they lived in the city where my brother rode his bike from the house we lived in to the mall. Now to get to this mall he had to ride it down the Interstate and he was told never to do that. Well dad also found out about that and they said he picked my brother up by one leg and had him hanging upside down as he beat him with his belt and everyone cleared the room. I don't think I ever got a spanking as bad as this, but incidently I still don't guess dad beat him enough which is sad. Now another story I remember them telling was we had two TV sets and mom told my older sister to take one into her room and watch cartoons, my dad had told her no, well of course she listened to mom and was taking it in there. She fell with the TV in her arms and it busted and broke, they said dad beat her really good over this too. The house we had then had a circular thing were you could walk around it in circles, well anyway, they said they ran around that circle through the house while dad chased her and beat her over this TV til she wet herself. Mom said she was running behind them both with the mop, LOL. I don't think my spankings were this bad as a Kid, even though I got my fair share, LOL.

Now my mom had 5 siblings, which caused us to have alot of cousins on that side of the family. We lived in South Carolina as you already should know, and one of her sisters lived in Pennsylvania, another in Maryland, One in Washington D.C., and one was in the militiary so my Uncle and his kids lived in far too many states to name, but he is retired from service now and resides in West Virginia somewhere. So we are the only real ones living down in the south. The rest all lived alot closer to each other then us. I remember my one Aunt's 3 Children coming down every summer, and my other Aunt's 2 Children coming down almost every summer as well. Now the other sets of cousins I never really did see too much and wasn't at all that close to. The one aunt with the 3 kids had left her husband and the kids a long time ago and they lived with their father in a town in Maryland. They would come down here and see their mom every summer because she lived down here near us, which was good for me because I got to see those 3 alot. My other Aunt lived in Hagerstown Maryland, and thats another in depth story I will spend alot of time on In my twenties section, over her and her son and daughter. They played a very big SAD part in my life during my twenty years, moreso then ever when we were kids. This Aunt and cousin effected me more then anyone else in my family so far I believe. Anyway as I said, they all came down each summer and none of them wanted to go back up North when it was time for them all to leave. Being a kid was the best part of my life as I probably suspect it is for most anyone. Nothing will ever be the same for any of us, especially now as seeing how this particular Aunt is now deceased and buried in a cemetey in some part of the earth in Hagerstown Maryland somewhere. As I said, I am getting ahead of myself because this will be discussed in detail in the twenties section.

Now as a Kid my sexuality already started kicking into effect and being a big problem for me already. At least back then I thought it was. I remember feeling stronger feelings for other boys before I was even 12. I must have realized somewhere around age 10 or 11 that my feelings for other males ran very deep. I struggled with this for sometime, telling noone as I secretly already looked at other boys my age, wondering why I fealt the way I did. Actually I had starting having homosexual encounters with a 12 year old neighbor boy when I was only 8 years old. I used to go over to play with him, even though he was a good bit older then I. We were out in the sticks as I said and he was the closest kid to me. Anyways he had heard about the art of dick sucking on the bus going to or coming home from school, not too sure. He told me about it and wanted to see what it was like so naturally we expiremented and found out all about it. He loved it alot and me being me, well I cannot say I didn't enjoy this new game we soon started to play. I sucked him for several years after this until he decided he liked and wanted girls better, so that ended soon after that. Many more boys crossed my path though after this and the new game me and him learned to play, well Stef never stopped playing that game. Now as I said I was still very young and kept that and my inner feelings to myself because growing up we kids were all told it was just wrong to be this way. I didn't dare tell anyone as I said but I knew early on that boys did it for me and something about girls just didn't turn me on. I will also talk more about this in the teens and twenties section as well because it's a part of my life that never will end.

I guess I am getting pretty close to wrapping up my early years section. Although I can't rightly do that yet without talking more about my parents. They played a big deeper part of my life throughout this time as well as all other portions of it. I can never ever talk bad about them because growing up us 4 kids always had food and a ruff over our heads, warm beds to sleep in, and lots and lots of love. My dad's dad was another bad alcholic and his childhood was crap. Their dad would come home on the weekends after working all week and be drunk and already broke. He would have blown all the money he had earned and would be mean and violent. Dad said he would go into fits of rage and chase them all over the place, he came home one day and they said my dad was still in a high chair at the table eating and he turned the high chair over and my dad was on his head on the floor. Years passed and my dad's childhood didn't get much better. Now my mom had similiar problems as a child too. Her mother and her Stepdad were also bad alcholics. She had two older sisters but they were already married and moved along. That left her and her 3 younger siblings there at home still. They would stay drunk and no one would be there to cook or clean or help raise them kids. My mom soon had to quit school and be a mom to the 3 younger ones instead of their sister like she was supposed to be. She would cook and clean and do their clothes as well as hers and her mom and stepdad's too. Both my parents childhoods were nothing to brag about as they told the stories to us 4 kids. We never had anyone else taking care of us, they did it. We never had either parent come home drunk and showing out, or wasted their profits, they both were stone cold sober. We also had warm beds, good food, nice clothes, My dad worked 3 jobs at some points to make sure us kids never had to live like he and my mom did as a kid. I could never talk bad about them or down them so long as I ever lived, cuz hey, my parents were the best. I guess after all they had went through as kids, they were determined we wouldn't go through any of that, and yanno, we sure didn't, so A hard life, no I really ain't too sure what that is, cuz I never had to walk 2 miles in knee deep snow to get to school, or go to bed hungry, this never happened to me and I love them both alot and thankful my parents are who they are. I don't know where my brother got it all from, because it sure wasn't how he nor any of us other 3 were raised, I really am thinking they found him out in some pumpkin patch someplace and fealt sorry for him out their all cold and alone and just took him in. LOL, there is always a downside to all good things, or one bad apple in every bunch.

I guess this pretty much sums up my childhood early years, or at least it's all I am gonna write in this section. If this don't cover it enough for you, I guess you'll just have to find me and ask. It did get pretty lengthy and long and truth is as I already been saying, I ain't too sure many of you really read this page in depth, or even skim over the entries, but it is in here, Sorry if the sections will get too long, but I already know the teen and twenties sections will be just as lengthy as well. Anyways As I said, I am guessing this is all for this section. Head on over to the teen section to pick up from here. Thanks.