Why didn't it do anything?
Abbot School was the most horrible place I was ever subjected to. It was a day care center in Miami, run by loud hispanic women. The kids were annoying beyond words. I hated it. We used to sit on top of the monkey bars and tell eachother stories of La Chupacabra. We told stupid scary stories that we made up on the spot. We jumped off of the monkey bars and did "giant mango" on the swings. Giant Mango was when you sat on the swing and spun around so the chains twisted around eachother. Then you let go and spun really really quickly until you felt sick. Then we went inside for green chicken or hot dogs for lunch. Nap time was bad, I hardly ever fell asleep. One time I did and I woke up later than everyone else and I was locked in the room in which we were all sleeping on those disgusting blue mats. I also used to lock myself in the bathroom; the lock was on the outside of the door, which was weird. Anything to get away from those damned kids. Or I would draw, and the kids would just hover and say "you're A artist." Not AN artist, but A artist. We went on "field trips" to McDonalds..as we were walking back to Abbot School, my cookie fell on the ground out of the McDonalds bag and a green, spiky caterpillar crawled on it. We went to this park down the street, that was pretty bad, too. We used to sing the Titanic song at the playground, or play double dutch with the older kids there [I was already the oldest at Abbot School]. One time I picked up a basketball and the kid who owned it I guess punched me in the arm. That was dumb. But that was when my mom had custody of us. Before that..in 1993 I guess? My mom took Andy and I and we left to Miami. My dad had custody of us I guess but she just took us anyway and we lived with my grandfather for a while I guess. I remember this huge apartment but I don't think it was like that at all. And I got a Pinnochio in Pleasureland book and this toy mermaid that, when you put it in water, a design MAGICALLY appeared on her tail. The design stopped showing up after a while and I was so mad. I remember taking showers in this great bathroom in the apartment after going to the beach, getting as much sand as I could out of my hair. But I don't think the bathroom looked like that either. And I remember a parrot? And the outside of the apartment..or wait..this was a different one. And a vase? And strawberry frosted poptarts..chicken and rice and never saving the best part for last even though he told me I should. Or was the parrot a different kind of bird? I don't even know. Anyway. So we had to go to Abbot School one day, soon after first coming to Miami probably..the day pressed on at a horrendously slow pace, as it always did in that place..until 6 o'clock when my mom FINALLY came to pick us up..best part of my day. I used to cry when she dropped us off, and even the "teachers" called me a cry baby. Anyway. So mom was there, finally..but so were the police. And all I remember is that I ended up in a police car with andy..I don't remember crying but I'm sure I did..and Andy. I remember mom screaming and crying..I think. Anyway..so they took us away, I had no idea where I was going. Somehow, I ended up at my grandmother's house in Ocala? Like 5 hours away from Miami. I remember Aunt Chicky or something..she always used to call me frog legs or something like that. And I got a Belle pillow..it was night time when I did I think and I was in the car..getting ready for a drive. Maybe from Aunt Chickys even though Pa gave me the pillow..and I think the drive was to VA to live with my dad. Because, after all, he did have custody. So I guess my mom "kidnapped" us? I don't know. It's probably something that should have traumatized me..being taken away from my mother by the police when I was about 5 years old. But I don't think it did. I don't know why. Should I be mad at my mom for it? Or at my dad? Or should I even be mad at all? I don't know. I just felt like getting that out.