Jerry's Land.Jerry's Land.3 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Things got hard when my sister left - that's when the real problems started to occur. At seven years old I was able to pass judgements on my surroundings - notice things that seemed out of place, take a look at the big, wide world with fresh eyes and use my awfully pubescent head to think.
I don't recall much of her departure. I look back at my seventh birthday in particular and realise that it was perhaps the most confusing day of my childhood. I remember receiving gifts from my sister, but not my father. In fact I don't remember seeing him at all. I remember she told me, in three days I'm going away, as she passed me my musical Lego, as we kneeled on my bedroom floor.
Was that an exchange? A pink plastic brick for my sister? What was the point of giving, if everything I had was about to be taken away? I remember crying, and glancing at her disappointed face as the moment of truth unfolded - the musical lego didn't abate the blow.
I'd always loved my Dad too much, bu