Teenage years

     Susie must have taken the wrong turn when getting into high school.  Maybe she fell in with the wrong crowd, perhaps she was rebelling, or maybe she found the crazy boy in school that led her down the wrong path.  And everyone knows that young love feeling.  A young person with a longing for some attention can find it in a guy who may not be right for her.  My Mom was a beautiful young lady.  I have seen some of her photos; whether she had short hair or long hair, she was always so beautiful.

     That beautiful young lady with maybe a fault of her insecurities of no longer being the "baby" of the family and the injury of her back fell in love (whatever that could be when you are a teenager) with a guy named Steve.  Not sure if this guy was a rebel, a jock, a nerd, or what.  I do know that he came from a strict catholic household that was located directly across the street from the high school.  And his family was not so bad off.  From what I am told, he loved his cars, and I think he probably had a sports car when he and my Mom were together.  My Mom said to me after Steve died due to falling asleep at the wheel of his Camero, she knew Steve would end up killing himself in the car because he always put a car before anything. 
 
 Moving on....my brother Steve was born in 1973 in Alpena, MI.  My Mom was 16, soon to be 17.  She was removed during her junior year in school due to this act being an embarrassment to the family.  And of course, graduating was not an option because Steve had to do the right thing and marry this girl and start a family.   A year later, I was born. 

    I was born in Jackson.  I am not sure why they moved to Jackson or somewhere around Jackson to live.  I am assuming it is obvious...Steve needed a job.  This is where things get a little tricky with me being born.  Steve said I was not his child after they were divorced, and he didn't want anything to do with me.  And from what I am told and have heard over and over and over again, "you are a little Mexican". 

    Now that I am grown, I have had a DNA test done, and some random person popped up as either an aunt or half-sister.  So, there you go....yep, not Steve's kid.