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Cake day: August 7th, 2023

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  • I guess it turned out ok. My parents were never married and because of my dad’s temper I lived with my grandmother until grade school when she died. I then lived with my real parents for two years, and then with my mother and her new bf for a few more before I ended up in foster care at the start of grade 6. ( I had run away from home and was living on the streets when Child and Family services picked me up.)

    By grade 12 I had been in 10 different schools and 6 different foster homes, so I learned to not trust people much. I was a hyperactive kid (now they say I have ADHD but in the 80’s I was just “hyper”) and got in a lot of trouble over the years. One of my foster parents ended up having a nervous breakdown, I ended up in a youth jail, and was living on my own at 17. Later ended up in a provincial jail for getting mad and putting a cop in the hospital.

    But then came my daughters, the first of which was born in 93. It settled me down a lot and made me start caring about things, and helped me focus on being less destructive. If it wasn’t for them, I’d probably either be in jail or dead.

    I wouldn’t change any of it though. It was chaotic but fun overall and I learned a lot over the years.