My First Memory

My first memory goes back to when I was four.It was summer and we lived in Simmons City Texas.Which was hardly a city at all but a bunch of my relatives who lived in this area thirty miles from the nearest town.I will never forget this because it was a turning point in my life that set the foundation for a rocky and horrible road.As I was saying I was four my mother like always was at work and my big brother was with my grandfather,I was at home alone with a drunk father.I loved my father with all my heart and remember that for sure,but that day he destroyed my life.That day he began to touch me in ways a father shouldn't touch a child.I remember running and hiding under my blanket's in my room scared and crying and I remember how he followed me into my room trying to comfort me and promising me a banana split from the Dairy Queen in Three Rivers. If I would only let him touch me.Forgive me father,I was only a child and this was my father I let him.What other choice could I have made.A four year old doesnt think past today and he was my trusted father. Well I am going to assume that this went on whenever he was home from jail or work because that seems to be the only memory I have of him.