Chapter two

The years before mother started abusing me you could say we where the “Brady Bunch” of the 1960s. We lived in a two bedroom home in which you could say was a good neighborhood in our city. My father supported our family as a fireman. I loved it when he would wink at me can called me “Tiger.” My mother was of average size and appearance. I remember one day after dinner she got up and painted the stones leading to the garage and put mats on top of them before it dried. I asked her why she did it and she said it was to surprise my dad. One day mother took us to Chinatown and told us all about the culture. When we came home mother put up lanterns in the kitchen and she cooked us a wonderful Chinese meal. Then when the holidays came everything was great. On Halloween mother would have us go outside to look at the harvest moon. When we got back to our rooms we looked under our pillows and there where match box cars under them. At Christmas time mother would decorate the house and we would get the chance to put the angle on the tree. Just before dawn on Christmas day she would wake us all up to come down and open our presents. One day my mother took my brothers and I to the Golden Gate Park. One day I thought about falling through the gate and I got scared. My mother came over and hugged me and I felt safe.