I don't have to many memories of Florida, and the ones I do have are more about my brother and mom. I don't recall how old I was when we moved to Florida, but I was about 4yrs. old when I do remember that  my brother had took a cigarette from my mom and we ran out the back door and under the porch. don't recall if I tried to smoke any of that cigarette,  just that my brother burned his thumb trying to light the lighter.    There was another time when my brother and I were outside playing and he sat on this small hill,  he wasn't there for long before he jump up and was running around hitting himself and screaming at the top of his lungs. I seen my mother run out of the house grab my brother and took him back in the house, as I was running behind them not knowing what was wrong , I was scared and crying.  mom was filling up the bathtub and slapping at my brother while taking his clothes off.  Things started to calm down a little after my brother was in the bathtub,  then my mom closed the door and I couldn't see what was going onany more,  but listening to the sounds my brother was making I knew he was hurting.  I waited for them to come out,  it seemed like forever.  When they finally came out I noticed  the red spots all over him "everywhere".  What's wrong with Nicky mom? (Nicky is my brothers nick name). Well Bunny! (Bunny is my nick name). My mom said your brother sat down on a hill of fire ants.  There was  another occasion when my brother and I were outside playing and my brother was catching bugs just so he could chase and scare me with them. One time he caught a big grasshopper and chased me with it,  when he finally stopped he turned the grasshopper around so he could get a closer look at  it's face aand that's when the grasshopper spit right his face, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.          

                 I know that my mom had a hard time trying to care for us, we didn't have much. and I remember that we all ate a lot of potato's. We had them for breakfast (potato pattys, hash browns) ect. and we had them for lunch (fries, potato skins) ect. and we had them for dinner (mashed, baked) etc.. It wasn't the only thing we had to eat  but they took up most of the space on our plates. I thought my mom was great at cooking,  because she had the talent for always creating different ways to make those potato's taste good every time.

               The Move to California, I don't remember the move to San Diego, California, I just remember that I started school as soon as we were settled. I went Washington Elementary School. I was in Kindergarten. We lived in a apartment.

          Story To Be Continued!