In the new Millennium today, because the divorce rate is at it's peak, thousands of dollars are being funded for such things as child support, counseling, and many people emotionally unhappy, which is all too common. Being a seven-year old in the second grade in the 1980's, it was rare. Thus the significant memory of my childhood life was the separation of not only my parents but my family and mentality. .
It all began the week of Thanksgiving when I was anxiously waiting for the weekend to see my father's family out in the gravel roads and country hills. The only thing I did not like about it was the stench of cow manure and how my face would always squint in disgust. My mother would always make pumpkin pie, and it was my favorite dessert every year. It was always a hit out there with the family during thanksgiving and the humorous part of all my thanksgivings was how my mother would make my older and not much wiser tom-boyish sister get dressed up when she despised it. But there was no smell of pumpkin pie that year in the kitchen. There was no smirk of laughter when my sister got dressed to go see our relatives. There was something missing to all of it, my mother.
That week she had disappeared and vanished. We had no clue where she had gone or been off to. My sister and I were in a daze, puzzled like a scientist out to find his theory. My father kept his calm though and continued to work long hours at the local factory. I remember feeling lost and also confused. I still went to school, and while the other students were learning two plus two, I was playing Miss Detective and trying to solve a mystery unknown to man.
The weekend finally came and I got ready to head out to visit the family. Things were normal as usual there, we met up and watched movies on television, laughing, giggling, the fun things a family enjoys during the holidays. When dinner was finally ready, we all sat down as usual.
