Did I ever tell you about my growing up in my life.
It was not a very good one.
I was the ninth child of the Rossi's family.
Actually the baby.Wow.Me being the ninth child and what does this mean to me.
My sibling should have showered me with love,gift,etc.
Not,when I was born as most of us were born at home.
One of my sister was with my mother at the time of her delivery.You know what she said;Ma,not another one.
Right not another one.So what did this tell you.
I was not wanted as the family was too big.
We did not have any connection what so ever.
Most of the older one left home and moved away.
Just me and my sister were left to rot,sort of.
This may sounds harsh,but that is the way I felt.
Went to schools and was a fair student,not great but fair.
No one came to school to see how I was doing in my grade.
They could not care less,as they had their own problems.
When my mother passed away as my early age of ten.
My father was not a father just a person that I was living with.
Wow!this sounds terrible,but that the way that it was.
Then he remarry to some old fat bitch who turned out to be my stepmother.Her family was horrid and she starved me most of the time.
Never packed a lunch for me for school.
How did I survied this mess,while I was in high school and around eleven or so went to my locker and then to look around to see if there was anyone.
What did I do,stealing other people lunch.
I know that it was wrong,but when your hungry you do almost anything to end the hunger that you are feeling.
On my way to school,there was a corner store still closed as they did not open till later.
A rack of morning newspaper was left in the door way and people will come and get the paper and leave the money there.
Yes,I stole the money so that I can get something to eat.
Do this most morning and never got caught doing this.
I had a few friends and they were just about the same as me.No money,no food etc.
Wow!this sounds like a sob story not.
I did not hang around with the gang for all they want to do is screw some chick and was not interest in screwing chicks.
Hey,I did not know how to screw as did not get any education on sex.
Materbation that was a joke as this happen at my late age of 16.We are talking about the thirties and forties.
Sex what that?I dunno.No one told me anything.
The sad part of all of this is no way that I could talk to my family about sex.I was terrible.
No,I take that back,not my fault.
Did not get educated about anything and had to do things on my own.
Yes,I was a teen ager and was on my own to live.
One day did not feel like going to school.
Went to a market and shop lift a bag of oat meal cookies.
I had some change from the newspaper and went on to the movie house.
Went to see Thirty Second Over Toyko with Van Johnson and Keenan Wynn etc.
I sat in the theatre eating my oatmeal cookies and not one to share it with.
I watched the movie not sure how many times and just sat there.
I looked at the screen and wanted to run up there to tell them please take me with you.Nothing is here for me.
But this is all fantasy and this was most of my early life in hell.
On my way home,not being very smart I looked at the sign and say "Do Not Enter"why?who knows.
Well I went to see if anything will happen not.
Do not enter was for cars as this was a one way street.
Stupid me,did not know this.
Why did I walked down the street?was hoping that something would happen and get some sort of attention or do away with my life.
Life?what kind would I have.Not a good one.
Well nothing happen and was dissapointed.
Went home and slept on the couch as the routine happens all over again.
Finally,just to rush a bit left my senior years to join the Navy.There was four of us and hoping that we all stick together.Not,I maybe should brag was the only one to pass the test as the others failed.
Off to Great Lakes,Ill and to see the world.
Will stopped here for now and will continued with my saga of life in the depression years.