I, like many others in this country, was raised very, very poor. Thats not really what this story is about. Actually, thats part of it but the constant moving is the real story. I cant remember all the places I have lived. The longest we ever lived in one place is 5 years. Mostly, it was just a few months. The ironic thing is that most of the moving was in California and each place close to the other. They places were far enough apart we had to attend different schools but on the map, they were close. We lived in tents, under a bridge, along the side of the road. The part about being along the side of the road was when I was very small and have no memories of those times. However, the bridge and the tents, I remember. Its an interesting read.
樂天KOBO
