A cop pulled up to the scene of me wailing on a bunch of 8 year olds.” I chuckled softly. After quickly swiping my left eye from any possible tears, I continued. “He called for back up soon after he had all of us under control. Another car pulled up and took the group of kids, while I rode with the original police officer. I was placed in a local orphanage only about a week afterward. The next couple of years, I moved, a lot.” I paused once again, seeing those moments of my early life flashing in my mind. After some time in deep thought, I continued where I left off.
“Most of the people I was left with either completely ignored me, or really enjoyed treating me like a punching bag. After years of being of being neglected, I finally ran away. I had to have been… Oh I don’t know… maybe, 9 or 10 years old.” I said while rubbing my forehead. A deep sigh escaped my mouth.
