Growing up in the 90's

This will mostly be about me and my life. I was born July 17, 1990 a beautifull and healthy baby boy. Sparkly blue eyes and blonde hair as I grew older my hair darkened and turned brown.

I lived with a single birth mother a grandpa (who was a registered pedophile/sex offender) and grandma (both grandparents were alcoholics and smokers) in a two bedroom mobile trailer located on rubber plant owned property where my grandpa worked. My birth mother used many kinds of drugs, while also being a prostitute throughout my childhood. She has had seven children including me (as far as I know) three girls and four boys, the last two boys are five and six at this time (I am the oldest boy but the sisters are older than I am).

All of my siblings and I were drug positive at birth. My three sisters were adopted out from birth, I would have been adopted but the papers saying I was drug positive mysteriously disappeared, my brother who was born in '91 was taken by another family member so I did not grow up with him untill I was ten (tell you why later). Our youngest brothers were born in the 2000's and were adopted by a great aunt by marriage (The uncle was dead, shes not the best person to live with I'll tell ya in another blog) but for now I lost all contact with siblings (the two youngest weren't born yet).

My birth mother never enforced anything because she usually went away with some guy/guys for several days at a time (this happened alot she was gone more than around). Also she never really took/made me go to school so I failed kindergarden, and I have no clue how I managed to skate by to the fourth grade because all I remember doing growing up is watching tv, playing video games or outside and going to group homes/juvenile hall.

When I was about eight or nine my grandma died (she was the one who mainly took care of me and tried to make a good life for me), the trailer we lived in was demolished by the power plant for health reasons I assume, and I lived and slept in the back of a truck with a camper shell. So I was in a state of confusion or shock and I was emotionaly and mentaly hurt because my life was being turned upside down.

My birth mother could't care for me anymore and my grandpa was in jail at the time so she decided to drop me off at The great aunt by marriages house... Thats another story... Eventually these blogs won't be so emotionally draining.



-John R Knipp