Early Childhood. Part 1

We all have them, the early years when we are formed into the adults we to become, those drastic events that stay with us from birth, till we close our eyes. I want to put some of those here and hope others can learn from it.


A very sad memory for me was when I was very young, before starting school, about five years old.
This go back in the early days when black people were still slaves. My mother was a very domineering person, and cruel.
She had a black maid at the time, who became pregnant and had the baby. This poor child was not aloud in the house, was kept out side in a shed, no protection from flies, so she end up with diarrhea, and death very quickly. Till this day I can still see her little face in front of me, something I could never forget, and left an emotional  scare that can never  heal.
I sat flat on the ground in the dust crying, when the little one was berried, it tore me apart, still do till this day.
That was one of a number of cruel events I witnessed as a child, that made and formed the adult I am today
I cannot say I was fond of my mother, never forgave here for what happened.