Personal Log 8: the early days of my childhood and the jumbled mess that is my memories

 We moved to the Nevada Way house when I was between 10 and 12 . We lived walking distance to the school . Aunt and Uncle were still insistant that my sisters and i calling  them mom and dad . My older brother their son Andrew despised us , my sisters and I. He used us to make his friends happy .  To exact whatever bizarre pleasure they wanted . I shared a room with my cousin Rena . She went by her middle name as she hated the name Rena . Rena Nichole O'odonall  . She went by Niki .  I remember a lot from my preteen years .  A few girl scout events, lots of church events, girls camp, field trips, family reunions and as I lean into my teenage years where we get to the meet of my life story I want to give you guys some pre-warning this is going to get very very hairy My personal log number 9 will have the bulk of what happened to me and the creation of my children this is something that's been really hard for me to get out and put out but after writing my essay on upcycled art I've decided that continuing to tell the world my story is just too important At the end of this log I completely foregone any punctuation grammar spelling any of that I just I just completely forgot it I hope you all understand that I've completely ran out of spoons at this point and I'm preparing the shadow work to be able to process the things that have happened to me I'm going to have to use the situation to create more art and to express it in any way that I can but the next log will be from teenage hood to my mid 30s so from 12:00 on to 32