<font color="purple">This is a direct copy-past from my PC blog, but I don't know if anyone reads that so I'm reposting it here.

At first, her story just popped into my head, and now as I try to think hard about those times, my memory is in a big fuzz. It's strange for me because I always have such vivid memories, and a little dispointing too- I want to remember.

In any case, here it is. I didn't think a trigger icon was necessary because there is nothing really explicit.

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I don’t know why her story popped into my head over the past day or so. But it did, and with this new insight on things that I didn’t have years ago, it makes things seem alot clearer.

When I was younger, about 12 or so, we had this next door neighbor (if you count the family that lives on the other side of your townhouse your nextdoor neighbor) her name was Skye. I don’t remember much of that little girl, except she was very cute, with her long blonde hair and pretty eyes, she liked to play with me and my “friends” at the time. She didn’t talk, but she was little, so I never thought anything of it.

anyways, after a while, the parents started getting into alot of fights. They would scream and scream at eachother. Probably hit eachother hit eachother too. When they got into fights, I started feeling sad and I’d just bounce a ball off of the garage door for hours…just sadly contemplating why people just couldn’t get along. Eventualy they moved, after abandoning their cat… which they kind of neglected all winter anyways (we adopted her but sadly she was hit by a car shortly afterwards) Months later, the police came to our door, saying if anyone here owned a white such-and-such kind of car. I didn’t know anybody, because I don’t know cars, and it didn’t ring a bell with my mom and step-dad either so they left. Funny, my step dad remembered a few minutes later that the car they were looking for belonged to Skye’s parents.

Strange to think really, that for such a long time we lived so close to those kinds of irresponsable parents, bad people really, but didn’t even know it. I guess tonight I’ll cry for Skye and hope that she will be okay.

I remember those days, so clearly I do. The thud of the ball against the ball, the ping it made on the ground as it bounced back to me in perfect rhythm, it wasn’t even my ball, but I was in a trance, humming little songs to myself, a trance so filled with sorrow, that I really didn’t even care. I felt like crying, maybe I did, I was never one for fighting.


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Skye could be so many of us, couldn't she?

(((Kaika)))

<font color="purple"> You know, I started thinking about this subject again today, kind of thinking that I owe some sort of debt for doing nothing with such a situation.

...But then you know what? I realised...

That I had an excuse, I was a child, and I couldn't comprehend the situation, oh sure, there was a sense that something was amiss that made me sad, but not much more then that. Call it an imature brain, or perhaps ignorance.

But then...whatever happened to the other adults in this equation? Of course there were my parents, but also the other neighbors that lived on the other side of that house. Surely they must have heard the fighting, surely they must have seen something...and yet, they were more ignorant then I... even though they had the capabilities to understand, to do something, they did not. </font>

[RozG]

How right you are ((((kiya)))) ... they were adults and KNEW what was going and and what to do about it...you were a kid....PLEASE don't still blame yourself?

[silentandscared]

What wonderful insight you have

Keep hold of it xxxx

[Fuzzybear]

((((((((((((((( Kaika )))))))))))))))))

[multipixie9]

You're right, Kaika you were a child and NOT responsible. Plus for all you know the parents may have been fighting because one or both of them may have been into something illegal. The police may have been longing for them for drugs or something...

When you remember Skye, just say a prayer and ask God to take care of her and help her with life. Then you will really be doing something for Skye.

You can't take adult responsibility when you are a child. It doesn't work that way. Hugs and take care!

leslieann and the pixies