My sister decided that I could handle my nephew "totally" at a young age, so she would take us places. (Bronx Zoo, Haunted Mansion of Longbranch, Vernon Valley Great Gorge, Great Adventures, etc) and drop us off there, these places were all very far from home 100+ miles. She then would leave me with my nephew when he was 2 1/2 and older at these places and come back after a whole day and into the evening to pick us up. I look at a child at the age I was fully responsible for him and cannot believe I could do what I did. I will jump around a bit as I have no true chronological order to these things. I remember it was my birthday, approx. 8-11 years old and my mom bought me a ball and chain radio. I was so excited, I wanted one so bad. So, I am sitting in my room listening to my radio and my sister came in and told me to lower it. It really was not loud to begin with, but I lowered it. She then came in, pulled it from my hands and told me that she was putting it up for me not listening. I started to cry, with her you better never cry, so she swung it and broke it on my head. She then broke the little chain that was attached to it and threw it at me, like here you go! So, I had no use for it anymore. I got to enjoy it about a half hour.

My sister was also horrible with the animals in the house, and they hated her and were afraid of her. She had some that she would not do anything to, but others were a target. She once went after Bo Bo (Chihuahua) and he ran up under the skirt of the couch, she literally lifted the couch and he ran out scared to death. She was right after him and I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around him, she put my head through a wall for that one. She had always pounded my head against the wall screaming she would put my head through, but this time she actually succeeded, but bo bo was okay, I placed him to the ground to run as my punishment commenced. We made an excuse for the hole in the wall and of course I kept to it and lied to my mother. At approx. 13-14 years old my sister bought me a horse. I had asked my mother for one and she said "NO". So, my sister bought me one and that way she would have just one more thing to hold over my head. I bit and we got him, his name was "Taco". I loved that horse.

I will continue later