By The Scruff of My Neck

Without a stable family environment, my unspoken fear was that my life was going nowhere fast. After a miserable move to a rundown farm and no parents there day-to-day to assure we get clean clothes and balanced diets, my three brothers, sister, and I were moved to a children's home. Over the next six years, we saw our mother twice, yet she lived a mere thirty-six miles away. Pop visited us approximately every two weeks for one hour when we sat in a conference room with nothing to say.

We loved certain adventures that became available since the leaders of the home could not monitor us all the time. We learned how to get along with a lot of kids from a variety of backgrounds. Soon some of our habits bordered on criminal activities. This book highlights the fun activities while barely skimming the top of the potential dangers. As a youngster, I was conscious of certain risks but went along with most activities.

I feel I could have fallen into a pit of despair if it wasn't for the strong arm of God grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and holding me safely. There are minimal dialogues about that aspect as much of it were afterthoughts.