Childhood Memories-The Lighted Sign
3 or 4 years old-Texas
I am laying at the foot of a tall thin bed with an old woman. I am looking out the window at a light-up gas station sign in the air. I fall asleep looking at that light. That light was my security. My bio-mom worked there. I was in bed with her mother, my grandmother.
I remember that house always seemed dark. The darkest room was my bio-moms room. I was very seldom allowed in her room. I remember a dark velvet bed spread and the windows did not let outside light in. A prediction of my life to come?
I did not have a room or bed of my own in that house. I was an afterthought like the dog that was chained in the yard that was barely fed. We were more in the way than cared for and loved.