When I Was Little.....

W hen I was 4 my real mom died and I moved in with my aunt and uncle and was later adopted. They had children just none together so that became me. My real mom never really punished me and well I was 4 I was a brat. My aunt one day got mad at me because I wouldn't finish my dinner she grabbed my hair ripped my head over the back of the metal rod across the top of the chair. She began bashing my head into it and yelling and threw my head forward and began beating me in the back as well. She did all this because I didn't want to finish my dinner. She made my sister/cousin give me a bath because she didn't want to see the bruises she left on me. Before I go too much farther I must say I have forgiven my aunt whom later when I was 17 said sorry on her death bed. There are a few times I recall being thrown out of the house naked as well. Once when I was 7 she did after she kicked me in that back with her shoes on and hit my head into the pantry door. And that one was all because I couldn't pick out the perfect outfit in her eyes to wear that day. Well I have plenty of stories so I will write some more another time.