Almost everyone has early childhood memories and most of them are about sharing family time with their parents and their siblings together at special occasions like Thanksgiving, Christmas or someone's Birthday celebration. I don't remember anything like that with my family when I reflect back on my childhood. I never had a birthday party as a child. My childhood was anything but normal. As far back as I can remember, I have been moved around, sexually, mentally and physically abused and neglected. First by my mother and half brother and then by other people who have come and gone in my life. I cannot figure out what I have done wrong in my life to have deserved the abusive treatment I have received from almost everyone. For most of my life I have felt like I don't belong anywhere. At times throughout the day, I feel as if I am drifting through life with no purpose or no one I can depend on or love. My life has been one of the most unusual and bizarre happenings that I have ever known. I know of no one that has had to endure the pain and misery that I have had to go through and still remain standing and triumphant. I have seen things in my personal life that most people only see as fiction on television or in a movie. But my story is not fiction. What follows is a story about a little girl whose friends and schoolmates called her Popsicle Toes for reasons that will be known once you read this book.
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