Carrying on...

So, I'm back at home on Wickson now... unsure of how I got back there, but whatever. I remember getting in trouble for throwing a shoe at my sister, I hit her right in the eye. I didn't mean to to hit her really, I was rounding the corner and just whipped it blindly at her... and it caught her good. I got in pretty bad trouble.

I remember that I used to go downstairs in the middle of the night, and sleep by the front door. I would sleep with no blankets, on the mat by the front door, 3 flights of stairs from anyone in my family... in the middle of the night... alone. I did this a lot. What makes a 6 year old child do that? Most children want to be in there parents bed, sleeping with them. Why was I on a cold mat, by the only exit to get out of my house?

there's more, I'll write tomorrow. Something's wrong here.