Under the Bridge! 

Well, a few weeks ago I made a post on my Facebook page posting this picture and then I said I would write a blog about the story behind it! This is a bit rough to do because I do not want to hurt anyone, but the truth and the stories that I have can show others what I have truly been through and then can hopefully help others. 

A part of my past has to do with being a runaway. The first time I ran away from home I was 5 years old living in a trailer in Oklahoma with my mother and her boyfriend. It was not the best of situations and I was mad! So, I packed a suitcase and threw it out the window, then jumped out and started walking! My mother watched from the front door pretty much laughing and waiting to see how long it took me to turn around and come home. It took some time but eventually I was returned to her! 

Then at the age of 12 I really started to runaway all the time. I was running from my fathers house because he was very abusive both verbally and physically. I hate to write this because he is a different man now, but this is what I went through and I have the right to talk about it. I always defended him and never wanted him hurt or in trouble for the things that he did to me. 

Anyway, for this specific event, I had ran away after an altercation. I had skipped school that day and heard that my dad found out and he was out looking for me with my older brother. While I was walking the streets heading to my destination I was constantly looking over my shoulders for him, my brother, and the cops. My father at the time had a tan lifted jeep and I spotted it from about 1/2 mile away. At this time I was under this bridge which is right by the Roseburg High School. I was a good runner but wasn't sure which direction to go into. So, I looked up underneath the bridge and seen a small area that I could possibly hide in. I then ran as fast as I could to the top, went as close to the back as I could, and laid  down as flat as I could get myself too. I had little time to book it up that and hide all in hopes that he didn't see me as well. I remember my heart was pumping so hard and I was so scared. If I was found, I would of been hurt and bad. I laid there under that bridge for over an hour before I came out and noticed the coast was clear. I then ran down it and straight to Mill street where my best friend and her mom lived. I was then safe until the next time! 

So, as I said, I would write a blog telling that story! There are many more to go and I will as the time and emotions allow! 

Thank you everyone for your patience and understanding. Coming forward with my past is not easy. I have been through a lot and been hurt a lot. I have kept all my stories to myself for the most part. I now feel that it is time to share about my life and what I have been through only to hope that I can help others and show them that I have been there. 

Until Next Time..........

I'M FREE!