LIVING WITH GRANDMA

Now, it seems that the world, unsuccessfully, has been trying to make me dumb. But about a year after I lived with  my mom, i was put into foster care again. Fearing that I might be took out of the family completely, Grandma Judi stepped up to the plate to take care of me and my brother, Corey. This is where I learned how to make my bed, and also the importance of exploring. The house was a treasure trove of secret places, crawlspaces, and closets. My favorite thing to do would include pulling the plywood off of the hole of the crawlspace, going in, and catching salamanders.
  I remember one particular time, when there was some event to gather my family, I decided to enter the crawlspace. So after walking around, saying hi to everybody, just enjoying myself, I conclude that the gathering was for old people to talk. So I went over to my crawlspace, walked over the board... AND STEPPED ON A NAIL! It took me a few seconds to realize what I had done, and when I finally figured out that a nail had just went through my foot, i let out a blood curdling scream. Grandma, always knowing what to do, made me hold my foot in a bucket of warm soapy water for a few minutes. I think that pretty much ended the grownups talking session.
  For about four or five years my foot would tingle every once in a while when I walking, like a less painful sensation of hitting your funny bone. I haven't stepped on a nail since.

IN THE BEGINNING

In the beginning I was born in Eugene, OR. I was born at home, with my mom (obviously) and some  people who helped her give birth. She wanted to name me, but she got to name my brother, Corey. My dad came up with the idea of naming me Phoenix. I'm not sure why. Then my mother decided that Cassidy was a good middle name for me. I like the name. However, it seems that my classmates think that the name is funny. Maybe it seems feminine. I'm not sure. And i really don't care. After that, I eventually moved to Salem, into an apartment. There, at the age of two, I fell out of a two story window. I aparently was standing on the window seal, spread eagle, when the window was open, and the screen popped out and down i fell. I ended up bashing my head and acquiring a gash behind my right ear that required a few staples and left my ear slightly sticking out more than the other one.

  After this incident, i went into foster care, because some investigators found drugs in the house and did a psychological test on my mom and found she had BSD. I do not remember much of this, except for one time i did something bad at "Her" house and she made me sit in a chair in the corner. I remember they had a big house. And I remember somebody who lived in that house dropped me headfirst into a basketball hoop. I ended up hitting my head on the hard concrete. After about a year I was returned to my  mother.

Now that you now a little about me, feel free to post comments. I would like any ideas for an "end mark" which i will put at the end of all my posts. I will go through my life a few years or months at a time in each post. Then i will explain my current situation.

INTRODUCTION.

I am a troubled child. Not in the common sense of the word, such as completely and utterly disabled. I just have had a very hard life. And it hasn't been easy. But life has a way of going on, not just lying in the middle of a road and dying. So now i have a story to tell. It isn't a terribly long one, as I only just turned fourteen. But maybe it can help somebody out there. Maybe it can help me, just by telling my story. Maybe not. But i have learned to hope. So here is my story.