I'm not really sure what age I was the first time my brother and I were put into a state funded children's home, but I do remember that the first one in Missouri wasn't a good one. When I was about nineteen my Grandpa Jim asked me what my youngest memory was, it was of that first home. They served a dinner of Liver and Onions with Rice, everyone had finished their food except my brother who said the food was making him feel sick. Things get a little hazy here because I remember being in a room right off the Dining Room decorating a Christmas Tree but my mom swears we never in any of the homes during Christmas but her and I remember things differently even when I have physical proof. The other children and I were decorating a tree and my brother start at this table eating this food while he threw it back up into one of those five gallon paint buckets. I think hearing that was my youngest memory broke my Grandpa's heart, I know when it crosses my mind it breaks my heart every time because I am left wondering if that was the turning point for Bobby. In reality there are so many points in both our lives where we were given two paths to walk sometimes we walked the wrong one sometimes the right one.

  There were many men that came in and out of our lives, some good some just assholes, then came Kenny............