I have yet to decide into what depth I should go. If you watch TV.... it is the gory little details that all want to know. My mind has forgotten some it went through. 16 times I changed schools. There were times I didn't even go....Amazingly they passed me through. Home for unwed mothers is one place I went, but me..Independent living,with a twist. It was one of my better homes. Jet black hair, short, fat, but with care in her voice she welcomed me to my new home. I would share with 14 unwed mothers, and a handful of us....with no place to go. It was hard for me to live and know these girls, to learn there lives and there stories and then they too one by one would leave in the night. Return a few days later alone... thinner with a life lesson learned. I was sad for them, sad for their babies, fearful one day they would wake up and be taken from the life they knew. Sent away for reasons beyond their control. Fearful they would become me unable to trust, love, ...fear the moment I felt at home, I would be given my bag and told time to go. Marsha was her name she greeted me and I knew she was a friend. Patience she had, that.. I required, slowly made progress...but in the end it was the same. Off to a new place I would travel 3 hours with a worker, why even bother. The next place was awful...Please I begged my worker to no avail, I was stuck here and no matter how hard I tried I could find nothing good to remember. I left in the night for where I had no idea. I didn't care. On a journey where life would really begin. 14 or 15 I can not remember, Atlanta was decided. I learned to hitch hike nothing like an 18 wheeler. That is a whole new chapter.