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Chapter One, My Childhood

Bill Parks, my life story

It was a long time ago when I was growing up as a little bambino in Eastern New Jersey, but I remember as if it were yesterday. You see, I never forget anything you know! Life was good until I was about five years old. That's when life went into a downward spiral of destruction.

I hardly remember my father as he left shortly after I was born. Mom never knew why he left, but she still saves the Thunderbird wine bottles he drank from for sedimental reasons. It was then when I realized it was just mom and I against the world.

I watched her toil and labor just to make ends meet. She would work her two jobs at the local telephone company and fish gutting plant. The only saving grace is we always had fish to eat!

With her meager earnings, we were able to secure an apartment that was in the lower end of town. This is when life began to change!

It was first grade when I realized there was something different about me. I had a tendancy to run around in the school halls in my birthday suit proudy displaying what was soon to become my personality to anyone that would look. Other kids made fun of me, but I kept right on doing it, no matter what anybody said! I was not going to be a conformist, even at that early age!

It was around third grade, I believe, when mom finally got a job that really paid the bills. You see, she found a new boyfriend with lots of style and money. He would roll up in this Cadillac that was unlike any other. The entire interior was done in tiger skin, and the metallic paint job was unreal! This car had everything, including these really wild looking headlights.

Within a month, we moved to Conneticut, where mom and her boyfriend shacked up for a while.

Nothing eventful happened for a few years other than a few schoolyard fights, until I was 12 years old. That was when I got to see a Conneticut State Trooper car up close. It was dreamy to think I may become an a proud member of the State Patrol.But for now, it's only a dream.

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