Kim

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I don't remember my dad at all. I understand he left us when I was very small.

My most vivid memories of Mom was her frustration, sadness and drunkenness.

My childhood memories were my being poor and being shamed and ostracised by the kids in school. I hated school but Mom said I had to go or she could be kicked off welfare. Almost all the money from the welfare check after rent of our shabby apartment went for whiskey for Mom. We got enough to eat from government food depots and missions.

I was taught to obey adults by spankings by Mom or the school principal for any dis-obedience.

I guess I was about twelve. I remember Mom saying we had to look for a bra for me the next time we went to Goodwill to get clothes.

Mr. Mills our landlord came to collect the rent. I had never seen him before because I had always been in school when he came. I knew where Mom kept the rent money so I gave it to him. He didn't leave right away. He looked at me a little strangely then told me to turn around slowly. Then he had me lift my skirt so he could see my legs. It didn't occur to me to refuse although I didn't understand his interest. Then he told me to raise it up to my waist. I was embarressed and refused because the only man who saw my panties was the principal when he spanked me with a ruler. He said, "Ah come on. I just want to see if your butt is as cute as it looks. I'll give you a dollar."

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