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so as grade one past i went back to vincent massey begging my mom to get me back there from bishop klein. i was picked on horendously there so she let me go back. grade 2 was fun. i was back with all my first friends including kyren and katrina. that is also when i went to track and field. school actually was fun. during school when i was home every friday my mom would give me and my sis 2$ every friday to spend. this is a small amount but well worth it. that money was more precious to me, not the value, but the small things i could do with it. most of the time i went to sunset video and payed 2$ for a half hour crack at the nintendo 64 and whatever was there.
when i was broke me and my sister liked meeting other kids and hanging out in a back alley, which there was a fence that seperated a highway, we liked to talk, explore whatever nature there was, and see alot of thing to our curious minds. One night kelley went with keisha and cody. they took a bike. and went to that same back alley. i was scared to go, so i went partway and chickened out and left back. when kelley was caught, i was in our house at the time, i got blamed totally for stealing that bike. even though the ability to climb a fence, unchain, and throw a bike back over the fence was not in my caliber. so i got the belt for going partway. mind you my sister did too, but more then anything this taught me one thing, i was the small one. and whatever my sister said. she got.
as time went on grade 3 was nthat important to me. all it was was just a socializing and learning time. anything else that happened was just apart of me growing. but i cant exactly tell you the grade i was in. but this would have to be a more then early memory ill tell. one day, when i was tiny, we were at kfc in a city that is foreign to me. so somewhere on a bench it was me and kelley jumping around. when this strange woman came in, while a large male was there too. this woman slapped my mother. i was speachless again. beknowist i might of been crying. but my sister was cryings. but it was all speechless to me.
Grade 4 was super important to me. my teacher then was my favorite teacher to this day . although it could be debated. but she was by far the sweetest teacher ever. this year was the biggest year for me by far. so i have alot to explain, that i left out. i left it out so you can get a picture of what i felt at the time.
My first big event was finding out, why i dont have a dad. i seen it many times. going to a friends house and seeing a large male figure guiding them and playing with us. i asked my mom if i had a dad. she said no. thats all that had to hit me to find out i was accursed to the start. i cried, you can call me a cry baby, but this to this day, can still make me cry. i figured out i was denied the privilege of a father. when i could of been normal, i was to feminine like in my class and turned out to be a real wimp. all the other kids in my class had a dad figure, as far as i can tell.
the next big event that happened to me was brutal. as a kid i was doing fine. exploring, seeking, having four great friends. untill, it came up to me like a hard rock on a window. we were moving. everything. we moved to pleasant hill avenue m. behind a resteraunt in an apartment. i lost all my friends. i had to make new ones. really that should of been easy. but , for my luck. it wasnt. i was a loner. i was enveloped in pain. shadow. so what i did. was explore saskatoon. my curfew being seven, i went as far as i could. i walked, biked, met people, and even took a bus once and a while. because i was that alone. so like alone kids. i clinged and loved my teacher as a mother in school boundries. as much as i could. this is why ms. denny is my favorite teacher. she helped me convert to vincent massey. to this day, if i saw her again, i would hug her to death. her gestures and attention to me is what kept me going through chiildhood. at least for one year, i passed grade four with flying colours and marks.
grade 5 only had one significant event. that was. meeting my father. yes. it was in a restaurant. cheese toast resteraunt for sure. me my mom and my sister were there. when this strange tall but thin figure was sitting in front of me. it was my father lyle cardinal. i had so many things to say to him. why did you leave mom? where were you in my childhood? can i have attention? such and such. kelley had more to say and got in more while i sat there. head down. waiting for my food.
sorry passionate readers im going to bed. i will write more soon. Love /from (if ur a guy)earl.