From Darkness to Light

This is a small history of the life of a girl born in 1953. She was raised by her grandmother. Back in those days, there were things we could not ask, which means there were things we did not know. They say you learn from your mistakes. There are a lot of things that could be avoided through communication and listening; without it, a child could feel like he or she isthey are not loved by their family. This will cause you to go through life with blinders on, but sometimes, love will prevail. My timeline started when I was four years old. This is when my father died. He died in a car accident, and he and some of his friends were partying and drinking. They all got in the car with their girlfriends; my father was cheating on my mother. Nonetheless, it was six of them three men and three ladies. They were speeding and drunk. The driver lost control of the car and ran off the road into a canal, and the car ended up in the canal of water . My father was in the backseat of the car; he died, and so did his girlfriend. Wasnt that a blimp? He left Mama and six children behind because of his foolishness. This was a disaster for my mother. It was so hard for her, but she did what she had to do to keep us together as a family. We were so young, from four months to sixteen years. Mother did not get along with my dads mother, so she did not have much help. Her mother stayed far away from where we lived, but if or when she needed her mother, she was there. Eventually, my mother was forced to move to where her mother lived so she could help her raise us children. We were raised rough. My daddys parents had a farm that we were raised working on itI loved it. By the way, I am a twin. Everything my twin did, I did it too. I and my twin are oneyou cant get between us unless you want to fight. We are identical twins. My mother had another set of twins; they were boy and girl, Erick and Eva. We moved to Chestnut Grove. My uncle and aunt came and moved us all. No one wanted to move, but we had no choice. It was not open for discussion. We were brought to a strange town where we knew no one. Mom was very unhappy. She tried to move back but was brought right back. After a few attempts, she gave up and settled in. Mom confined herself to her room for quite a while; she was drowning in sorrowshe was drowning . We lost our mother for a while; we had only ourselves and Grandmother. One thing my mother always insisted on was that we all stayed together. She always had the satisfaction in knowing that her children were always there with her. We know she loved us just as we loved heronly my grandmother was running the show. Its been five years now since we made the move. Mom is straight, and we all have adjusted to our new home. My granny has some very strict rules, which were too hard to follow. We were having serious problems. We were not allowed to go anywhere unless it was church. Dont get me wrong, I love church, but there are other things that I would like to have done also, like going to a friends house. We all call it the jailhouse; we stayed on lockdown around there. After we (me and my twin) gotreached sixteen years old, things were getting rough around there. Some of us began to speak up for ourselves. With that, there were major problems and repercussions. There were a lot of things that we should have known about the facts of life that we were never told. We were not able to discuss sex at all. If we asked questions about sex, we were called hoes and sluts and were accused of having sexso no questions, no problems. One day, we were looking at a soap show on TV, and Snapper kissed Jill, and because they were kissing, my granny turned the TV off and called us hot in the rump. She said we were sitting there making our private parts jump. I tried my best not to laugh, but I could not hold it. I burst out laughing. My sisters got scared of what my granny was going to do to me. I looked at