They said if I stayed in the orphanage for another month or so, I basically would not have been able to be alive.
Well, being the youngest child and frail, I was left alone a great deal of the time.
I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child, but in all reality, I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me; I was raised in this society.
I was like any other inner-city kid with a chip on his shoulder because his daddy and his mommy wasn't together.
I was just a very torn child, very wounded in so many areas, with no family support. I happened to the be the fifth child of my family. So everybody was already grown and had left home already.
I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.
I've played a worrying number of orphans, children who have been abandoned or had something terrible happen to them.
So when I was 13, I basically left home and never returned and lived at home again. I would come home for a week at Christmas and two weeks in the summer only.
We spent most of our life almost like street rats just running around the street until we were ten years old.
If you think of having a family as being loved as a child, cared for - I did not experience that.
I was a latchkey kid.
