... Now the Fun Begins...

We moved to Salt Lake City because the commute to Salt Lake City in the mornings was a little difficult for David, my step dad. 
  I recall things from time to time and here are the things I remember the most. Waking up very early in the morning and rocking on the couch, even though the couch was not a rocking couch. I would have David, my step dad turn the TV on to Bugs Bunny and he would get ready in the mornings. He smoked and drank coffee. 
 I remember going to Lagoon a lot because we got Free passes through the radio station. David always brought home some sweets. We lived in Apartments that were building a pool and I remember a girl that would always ride her bike and try to barrel her way through my older sister and I. 
  I remember two dreams I had. One was of the above girl in some way. The dream was this
 The sky was perfect blue with not a cloud in the sky. A hot day but I was wearing a pink dress and my older sister a blue dress and we were happily skipping and playing. We both had balloons when the mean girl with the ten speed came barreling on her bike towards us and I was trying to get out of the way but my little legs were not fast enough and I got under the bike and she was yelling "Get out of the way". My balloon was popped and my older sister had somehow let go of hers in the horrible chaos. I can not say for certain but I am sure that I have had that horrible dream more than once. 
 The other dream was of a house full of snakes. And mice, and clowns. Can there be anymore terrifying than dreaming of a Stephen King's "It" clown before he wrote it, and be almost dead spot on? Talking about that man knowing how to creep me out by Stalking my night terrors. Am I the only one that had ever felt that way? 
Somewhere I know Stephen King will smile a sheepish grin and think, "Well done" In knowing that he had that sort of effect on at least me.
Other thing I remember is going to 4th of July Parade in Provo because family was in Provo and not Salt Lake City. 
 I one day was walking with my little sister, Chimra. There was construction going on of a pool being made. I don't know if this is a memory or if my mom told me so I remember but I do recall a large mud pit. Well, Chimra was about to fall in it was was holding onto the grass and mud on the side of the pit. I ran to my mom and stuttered out Chimra was falling in the mud pool. My mom ran and got her before she fell in. Her life was spared. I recall my mom talking about it and telling me how fast I ran. I remember when we were near there. My mom gave us money to buy a soda pop from the machine, and we had to walk by the pit to get to the soda  pops. I was told that I loved butter. Looking at my pictures you would not guessed. I was not a fat child. But my mom recalls once talking on the stairs to a couple of friends as I walked by them with a cube of butter placed neatly on a piece of bread, and politely asking the women to "pardon me" as I walked by them. 
 Once, at 20 months, I saw David spill something. Now, David is one of those type people if I spilled something, he would yell and yell at me, tell me how careless I am and belittle me to clean it up and not make things fall. This behavior was not directed at just me. It was anyone that was around him.
I hated it. It scared me. One morning when I was rocking on the couch and he was getting ready for work, he spilled coffee on the table in front of him. I remember him getting worked up about it and I started laughing. He said what are you laughing at. I said That is funny. He said, It is not funny, it is a mess. I laughed and said, "That's a funny mess", and laughed more.
 I remember laughing thinking... HE DOES make messes. I thought where is someone there to yell at him? 


I remember that he would yell at my mom and throw things at her. 

Me,deliciously adorable.

 The last I remember living in that apartment was David yelling at my mom and we later left on a big bus. My mom said we were going to live in California.