Summary Auto Bio -- Youth

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PoBoy realizes that the time is growing so short now, that with a twitch of his nose, he'll be on his way south. Always liked Elizabeth Montgomery "Bewitched." PoBoy does not like "endings," but "beginnings" are great.

For PoBoy life has not been living. PoBoy exists for no apparent reason. PoBoy often wonders why his mother struggled so to keep him alive. Not sure if he told you, but at his birth things did not go well either. He popped out into this world with two broken collar bones and internal bleeding. Collar bones were an easy enough fix, but that internal bleeding was a definite problem. The doctor's and his mother fought against time to keep him alive. According to records, he came just 44 seconds from death. That's seconds, not minutes, hours, days, months, or years! But he is still here.

The first part of his life must have been happy. He can't remember those years. He picks up his life when he is six. A couple of previous memories come to him before six like the night his dog "Major" got run over in the driveway when his mother returned home from working the night shift. His sister, "Donna Kay" and himself, sat on a staircase step grieving the lost of their friend. Or perhaps another incident of kittens. At that time PoBoy recalls, they had two cats, both female and both pregnant. Donna Kay had them in an old fashion baby carriage and both cat's gave birth almost at the same time and each had 7 kitties. The next memory represents PoBoy's life. Father walking out the door with a bagfull of kittens in one hand, and a rifle in the other. Shots rang out, more then one, several for sure and followed by a splash as the bag of limpless kittens were tossed into a brook that sped by the house. Mother of course in all her wisdom did her best to explain why it had to be done, not enough money to feed and care for them, but still a broken heart is never really mended.

Second part of his life began tragically as well. By the time he was seven, his parents had divorced and although nobody put his father in a bag to be shot, PoBoy's heart was irreparably damaged for life. Everything he know to this point in his life, was suddenly gone from existence. Living with a strange man in your life is tough, but to find that even he is not returning home makes one wonder. His second father was far worse then his first, and the FBI came and hauled him off to jail for "bank robbery." It was sure a sad moment for his mother, but PoBoy was happier. But happiness is short lived.

A one parent household back in the 50's was a tough road to hoe. Mother was not a trained person in any particular area of supporting a family but she vowed never to marry again and to begin her life anew. Strange how PoBoy acquired so many Uncle's and different ones each weekend. Mother located secretarial work which paid next to nothing in those days but still it brought in enough income to pay lot rent (3 of them lived in an 8 x 28 trailer -- non camping of course). There was never enough money to feed all of them nor to clothe them in the best of clothes. No pets. No nothing at all.

PoBoy himself was asked to help and he began his 40 hour a week work program which will finally end on October 17, 2008. He became a dish washer at a local restaurant that sat on the corner of the trailer park where they lived. Mother was also a stickler for education so PoBoy attended school and then returned each evening for four hours of dish washing, earning paid under the table of course, because he wasn't suppose to be working according to the state of Florida. There was no social life, but definitely a work life and even on occassion a "homework life."

Mother got choice option of a bed (trailer had only one bed) because she was everything to keep the family going. There was no such thing as a/c but they did have fans -- seemed like those fans ran 365 years a day. PoBoy witnessed his first naked lady at age of 9. His mother happened to come from the bedroom with nothing on to start breakfast. PoBoy had woke early. PoBoy and his younger sister slept on a pullout bed couch. Anyway PoBoy didn't understand anything about nakedness at that time, but he was heart broken when the trailer park boys finally convinced him there was no Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy. Life had changed again for PoBoy. His new concept was that life was going to be boring. That would prove to be true.

Around 10, PoBoy found himself sleeping alone on the couch. Something about it was not right for him to sleep with his sister anymore. So mother and sister slept in the bed in the bedroom and PoBoy no longer had to help open the couch bed. He simply slept on the couch. Sex education began about the same time. He was taught all the necessary concepts from the trailer park boys. Most of the time he had no idea what they were even talking about but like all learning somethings stick and others pass you buy.

He recalls being a boyscout which he totally hated. And he went on one camping trip with the scout troop and he hated that as well. Work had become his primary relaxation. He never made friends except one. A male friend whom he learned the game of chess and was beaten constantly. Until one day PoBoy made up his mind, no more losing for him. He began winning game after game after game. He won so much that his former friend just gave up on trying to win. PoBoy was sure proud of himself then. He'd whipped the champ. But now he had no friends at all, that is until a fire occurred in the house across from the trailer park. Books entered his life.