Losing My Sister at 6, Then Raising Myself

My childhood was calm until my sister (17 to my 6) was run over by a train. The guy that she was dating at the time was only a fling to her; He was just around to make the boy that she really cared about jealous. The moron played "chicken" with a (then new) diesel train. She never came home.

Life was never the same

My dad was suicidal, my mom was devastated. I was teased about it when I went back to school. No one did anything about it to protect me, but I defended myself when I needed to.

Even the Principal wanted to paddle me, until I offered to put her through her through the plate glass window behind her. I was tall, strong, & mean. She put the paddle up. I said that now that we had fixed her problem, I was going back to lunch, SLAM.

Forced to grow up too fast

Meantime, I was doing ALL of the housework. Yard work, too. That continued until I married at 19 to get out of the house.

Meantime, my dad died when I was 17, & I inherited a Liquor Store. It was eventually sold, I was sued for his gambling debt. Lost that, but I supported my mom until the end of her life, 9 years later.

Enough for now, but I had more hell to come.