the hell with this blog shit

Just one life

Hidden under a couch with his older 5 year old sister staring up at a vicious battle, his father throwing his mother around as if she was lifeless even before she hit the floor bringing her face to face with the children. I can remember thinking she was dead. No tears to young to fully understand what i had just seen, then nothing no more memories before and nothing following the incident until much later. This was to be the foundation from witch i would build my life.  I can remember never feeling secure never knowing where we would be living from day to day my mother, sister and I, and yet my father was still my hero. Years later my father would come back around and oddly enough my mother and father had a pretty good relationship. She never pressed charges and never asked for child support. She struggled to survive with us alone................  

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Where to begin, I am new at this blog thing a little late i guess. I'm really interested in starting a podcast, if anyone can help me i have searched everywhere for info and got plenty I just don't understand the whole thing as far as rss feeds and all.  Well if anyone reads this I'm already further then i was before i wrote it. thank you to anyone who reply's.