It really did not bother me that was up there. Who would know it was me, and nobody would recognizet the 'me' I have become.
Funny how I feel about being in the quartet...a bit ashamed and a bit proud 'cause I could sing. But hey. I was only doing what any kid would in my position. And I at least had the guts to NOT become a snitch, in spite of the fallout. Even then I had my limits.
It does feel strange to have my views against Roloff after being granted all that special treatment, but I still feel used and lied to. I was told I was loved, but it was most definitel conditional.
One of my favorite memories from the home was from back on the farm while in the trailors. The neighbors had a pretty white horse. So one day I jumped the fence, Pulled him close to a tree and climbed on. Now I grew up in Los Angeles and was a real city slicker. Didn't even know what corn looked like growing. Anyway, I climbed on this horse, completely bareback, no bridle or anything. Suddenly he took of running for the barn at full speed while I was hanging onto his mane for dear life. We flew by the farmer and his wife and when he stopped at the barn I slid off and jumped the fence back to the home.
Papa called a meeting and was red as a beet! He wanted to know who did it. He made us all parade around to see who was sore. (I was fine). I was also headstrong and wandered a lot, and I'm sure Papa suspected me, but...he knew I was a city slicker and surviving that ride should have taken someone who knew a little about horses. Anyway, I never got caught. hehe.
In my wanderings once, I came upon a pile of clothing rotting in a pit. It was everybody's 'worldly clothes'. Pants and stuff. That really made me mad as they promised we would get our stuff back when we left.
