I was born in 61 and my real dad was awol from the marines. We moved every thirty days.. Don't remember much of that. My mom left him when I was 3 cuz he tried to slit her wrist and push her out a 2 story window... I was told he was a heroin addict and an alcholic. But, like I said, don't remember much. My mom remarried to a Navy man (who adopted me and my natural brother) when I was young as well. We moved several times. So I grew up in the 60's but was more consciously influenced in the 70's. But we lived in LA and San Diego most of that time. Most of my life was spent growing up in CA. But we bounced around to places like Texas, Colorado, Wyoming. and a few others I can't seem to remember.

How bout you..??

Thats sad about what your dad said. My dad thought I was a "toy" for his drinking buddies. I was always told to dance with them or be nice to them. He spent alot of time in the Phillipines where they would give the sailors their very young daughters so he became accostomed to that. He didn't realize much of the time what he was doing. (or maybe he did.) We don't talk that much anymore. I married when I was 18 and left. Would have left much earlier, but never found a place where I was comfortable enuf to loose my family. They moved around so much and so fast that I was almost scared to go to school, cuz I wasnt' sure I'd have a family to come home to.>>LOL (it really wasn't quite that bad, but there were many times we had a weeks notice or less)