Toddler Age

My mother was 17 when she got pregnant with me. She gave birth to me 18 and then married my father. They stayed together until i was around 3 or 4 and then my father left, wanting nothing to do with me or my mother. She was sleeping with another guy named Gary and was not certain that I was indeed his child (Terry was my father, i knew it when i met him the one time I did). I ended up moving to Oahu Hawaii (where she was either with the father of my sister or she met him there, not too certain) and spent a year or two there. I dont remember too much of the time i spent in hawaii but certain things like flashback type moments happen to me. I know i used to go to the next door neighbors house all the time and the girls would play with my he-man dolls while I would dress their barbies. I loved me some Barbie back in the day. I also remember that my sisters father had owned or managed a washer and dryer store and I remember him taking me there and I just thought it was the coolest thing that the whole store was just washers and dryers. Yah yah, I had never seen a laundromat. Now i can tell you about some stories at the laundromat at some of the places I have been to. I also remember the last day of school my mom took me out of school. I guess they had a "beat white people" day they celebrated in grade school or something. I don't know. When my grandmother came out to visit she was concerned. My mother had developed a drug problem with methamphetamines. So I moved with my grandmother and a very dear friend of the family (what i now call my "other grandmother"). She's my nana. I was raised a little while with them in Pinetop Arizona. It was was pretty good there. My nana is the type of person that she was father figure person in my life at that point. She was in the military for a long time and had structure and discipline where my grandmother was the mother, tending to my wounds and making the dinners and make sure i was in bed at appropriate hours. We lived in a small trailer park (it was more like a trailer circle with a main trailer stuck in the middle where the office was) upside the hill behind the spaghetti factory (people from pinetop will know where its at). Behind the trailer court was a small group of houses and behind those at the end of the small street containing 3 houses on both sides was a creek with a plethora of trees and wildlife. I would go down there all the time with my great cousins (I think thats what they call it when your great uncle has kids) and we would build forts. This one time I remember the ice had froze on the creek and my cousin was bieng a show off and started slipping on the ice and walking on the creek. It was really cold and possible hypothermic water temps and he fell in the water and my other cousin and I freaked out. I rushed onto the creek not thinking about it being solid or not and pulled him out of the icy water. Key thing to remember, don't walk on ice if you don't have to. Its just stupid. This is a part where my mind gets hazy as I moved a few places but somehow I ended up living with my aunt in Mesa, Arizona. I didn's stay too long there either because she was also a methamphetamine addict. I did however remember that I would walk everyday to the end of the road where my great grandmother (my grandmothers adoptive mother Thora and father Bjarne) lived and she would always give me fresh baked cookies and just smile at me with the most loving caring eyes and tell me to have a good day. I wish I knew my great grandparents more. My great grandfather Bjarne (it means brave bear)used to love the heck out of me too. I remember being very young and being held in his arms as he cradled me back and forth with that same loving grin on his face my great grandmother had. I was named after him, god rest their souls. I also think that they both have been angels that hover around me. I seem to have alot of those around me. Life had been decently normal as nothing tramatic really happened to me at this point besides I guess saving my cousin. All i was aware of is that it being unusual for me to move around back and forth but was a kid and found it pretty neat to see different places. It was kind of tough to establish any friendships with other though, it gave me a perception of allowing myself to feel like people come and go. It didn't take long, maybe a year or so, until I ended up living with my great uncle and his kids (my cousins) and my grandmother again (she moved back down to the valley). Thats where my childhood begins.